Orangs

They want me
to be sad.
No, more sad,
visible sad and outraged
about the orangutans
disappearing
in the march of
heartless capitalism
And I am
sad
yes, I am
how can you not be?
these are babies
furry and strange
babies
but
babies nonetheless.

I am lost
and alone in my
objection
to living
chronically
in sorrow
anger
and hopelessness

Why not cry
for all that's been lost already?
The great mammoths,
the saber tooths.
you think I'm kidding

or callous

think what you like
I am sad in my own way