Count the lost:
            those species

                        living only in stones.
                        Species

            of a savage past

            who      held no power

            in their habitat
            to forbid 
                                         the building of a dam.

            The scenery      that

            can scarcely repress the dead. 
                        Check

                        their frequent disappearances.
            Want to find

                        a way

            to help
            them cross
the harsh

            black river to oblivion
where even the memory

            of a time
            when a thing

            would fight back
            to save its life
            falls away.