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Zombies and Wolves

by Robin Helweg-Larsen

Women I’ve failed or wronged or left behind
approach my thoughts like zombies for the kill;
I’ve literary walled defences — still,
given the chance, they’ll eat my brains, my mind.

Through forest, orchard, farmyard in decay,
a shadow of a wolf slips greyly in,
my thoughts of death, grim, wasted, ill, rib-thin,
tracking my weak resolve, hungry to slay.

Mountaintops blown apart, forests clear-cut,
where’s there to hide? Nature doesn’t exist;
her landscapes crushed in patriarchal fist.
This former farmland hides my ruined hut.

Impotent, I still write, thus giving birth
to future wolves and zombies of the earth.


Copyright © 2024 by Robin Helweg-Larsen

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