The last wolf hurried toward me
through the ruined city
and I heard his baying echoes
down the steep smashed warrens
of Montgomery Street and past
the ruby-crowned highrises
left standing
their lighted elevators useless
Passing the flicking red and green
of traffic signals
baying his way eastward
in the mystery of his wild loping gait
closer the sounds in the deadly night
through clutter and rubble of quiet blocks
I hear his voice ascending the hill
and at last his low whine as he came
floor by empty floor to the room
where I sat
in my narrow bed looking west, waiting
I heard him snuffle at the door and
I watched
He trotted across the floor
he laid his long gray muzzle
on the spare white spread
and his eyes burned yellow
his small dotted eyebrows quivered
Yes, I said.
I know what they have done.
Copyright ©: Mary TallMountain
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Как тамада я выступаю в роли теоретика
- Robert Burns: How Cruel Are The Parents: Altered from an old English song. tune-“John Anderson, my jo.”
- Starlight
- Myfanwy poem – John Betjeman poems
- Inscription to Chloris by Robert Burns
- Stupid by Raymond Carver
- Doomes-Day: The Third Houre by William Alexander
- Venus, on a fur by Witty Fay
- Eating a Wampee by Piera Chen
- To A Girl In A Garden by Sappho
- Dungeon by Rabindranath Tagore
- Иван Мятлев – Фонарики
- What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Из Александрийской антологии. К Сапфо
- Нина Воронель – Запахи детства еще не забыты
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
