Devinull Poetry Archive 71- Adaptations for Ghostly Canids

Adaptations for ghostly canids 09/09/2008

Night the last I caught upon
Two coyotes sprinting down the opposite lane
Of Taylors Ferry, and when their eyes
Were headlight struck
They stopped their race
And fled to the border brambles of the local cemetery.

What a wonderful indictment
Of how the West is today.

Do those tricksters enjoy the foibles
Of the modern dead,
Laughing at the many complaints
Of lives half-fulfilled
Or wasted in the promise
Of a retirement that never matured?

How do they talk to the veterans
Wayward reincarnations
Of the newcomers who once slaughtered their way to this place?

Or are they just content
To lap at the leftover dregs
From some covert tryst
Of teenagers in the desperate seeking of the escape velocity of Lake Oswego?

Do they praise for the carrion
That we leave all so plentifully
To be fought for, gained from raccoon hands,
Rich in the stink of growth hormones?

I prefer
That when the human world recedes
The coyotes get down
To the same old races
Down the same hill that was
Before the human world had broken forth.

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