Webcam the World

by Heather McHugh
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McHugh, in a playful lilt, pokes fun at mankind as she enumerates the enormity of our self-induced losses: our planet's lovely diverse inhabitants whose remnants will be all we have. Film footage and photography will be a moot point when all is gone. I find this poem to be politically convincing. McHugh implies it would be wise to spend our time in conservation rather than mere documentation. I agree, though art can be both, her poem the example.