Wally Swist – Coyotes
in this valley, near the wetland
a developer has mown.
Such pure sound pierces the night,
this bloodletting beneath Orion,
this ghostly choir of thin cries
that tremble like Shawmut and Massasoit
come back to haunt us.
Then the baying of one hound
sets another hound baying
from the far rim of the opposite ridge.
Porch lights flicker
on the water of this delirious music,
and the wild pack in each of us
rises into song.
July-August 2006 Earth First!
Date: November 27, 2012
Categories: Wally Swist