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Martha
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You were a remnant ember,
gloriously glowing,
in what once was a forest fire of life.
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Your symphonic song was
but an echo of a chorus
that now sings only in dwindling memory.
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You were a slender shadow,
the last wisp of cloud,
of a titanic thunderstorm shading our land.
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Your death has left us cold,
and suffering in silence,
lost without your comfort.
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Your death,
haunts our souls.
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William Sutphin
This picture is of Martha, the last passenger pigeon in 1912, two years before she passed away.
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