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
- A Whispered Tale by Siegfried Sassoon
- Epitaph for Gavin Hamilton, Esq. by Robert Burns
- The Talking Oak poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Татаринову (Здорово, брат! Поставь сюда две чаши)
- Fragment
- Psyche by Samuel Coleridge
- The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes by William Butler Yeats
- What Was Lost by William Butler Yeats
- Sonnet IV: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- A Fixed Idea poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владислав Крапивин – Когда тебя замучил враг
- Song—The Birks of Aberfeldy by Robert Burns
- The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Faun poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black poem – Alfred Edward Housman
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Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
