Last Milk

Glasses of milk, stacked precariously.

Drink the lowest one dry, and from its underside the name of a primate appears. All of them are mammals that, like us, lived on this earth and were raised on their mother’s milk. Yet many are recorded on the Red List as endangered, beings that may one day vanish from this world.

Society drives globalization onward, consuming everything. But is that truly what should take priority, for the lives that are disappearing? Have we grievously mistaken our priorities?

If nothing changes, the glasses will empty and collapse.

What if we were the ones, next, to become those who fill?
Little by little is enough, as with the love and the milk once poured into us.