By Brian Ji Farmers wake, farm their fields. Their wives tend hearth and home, chickens, pull milk from cows, slopthe pigs. Fishermen struggleagainst fleets of slowly departing commercial ships, haul in smaller catches of ever-smaller fish. But entangled seals barbed in wire loosely fit, don’t care, burgeon swollen into a razor sharp ring cuts through … Continue reading A Slow Decline
