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
- Гавриил Державин – Подражание псалму (Терпел я, уповал на Бога)
- American Smooth by Rita Dove
- Robert Burns: Poor Mailie’s Elegy:
- Where Are You
- Михаил Кузмин – Врач мудрый нам открыл секрет природы
- His Mercy Endureth For Ever by John Oxenham
- Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare
- Argus poem – Alexander Pope
- What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman
- The Self and the Mulberry by Marvin Bell
- four legs good, two legs badOwl Hoots and Grasshopper Sings by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Набоков – Расстрел
- Николай Некрасов – Возвращение
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Улетевшим мечтам
- A Tale of the Sea by William Topaz McGonagall
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).
