Listen, the Warthog

November 9, 2019

The words lie. They slide into the mind
The way a poet’s blackness can cause
A low refractory sound to trumpet truth:
Like hounds out hunting, or like the peakiest
Of weaknesses can suddenly become
A parasite, like silence. Listen, the warthog,
He comes as he breathes. He cannot flow like
The water mountains drink,
0r swim in the oceans like a seal
But he can be a harbinger of
A happy walkabout about to end.

He trots across the graves of
The long destroyed, listening.

2 Responses to “Listen, the Warthog”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    You know John, there is something pleasant and arresting about your taking time to read my poem aloud. Thank you., i

  2. John Looker Says:

    A clever poem, Jim. It sounds absolutely beautiful read aloud, and I believe your imagination must have been led along largely by the musicality of the words. Like the warthog, going places unplanned.

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