Greater Short-tailed Bat, 1965 There is only one photograph of you that we Know of in existence— it's 1965— grimy—a biologist Holds you— your wings distorted behind you— a kill of Stamina folded out of you— that you Lived as bats did Before that moment— where in the Glare of the camera flash— you are Weakened— that it drained you of any life you Knew up until that moment— Where you look delicate and broken— Already extinct. I Need You to Build a Tomb for 3.5 Billio...