Enter your email address to subscribe to Irregular Times and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 253 other subscribers

Irregular Times Newsletters

Click here to subscribe to any or all of our six topical e-mail newsletters:
  1. Social Movement Actions,
  2. Credulity and Faith,
  3. Election News,
  4. This Week in Congress,
  5. Tech Dispatch and
  6. our latest Political Stickers and Such

Contact Us

We can be contacted via retorts@irregulartimes.com

The Ode of the Black Howler

Black HowlerThe young man lay alone at night,
His head against a root.
His nose was frosty with the snow
His face was black with soot.
But he was warm, he swore, he swore,
Before the howl made at his foot, the howling at his foot.

Still in his dreams the scream rebounds
To cut off hope for all escape
The black-heart phantom of the sounds
The teeth that bite, the claws that scrape
The forest warmed, he swore, he swore,
to ravage in the wild landscape, the ravenous landscape.

But it was not a dream that night
That shook the lonely Ozark camp
No dream it was to rip at flesh
No dream to leave its wicked stamp
Our fathers quail, Grandfathers’ tales
would warn us not to make a camp,
where blackened oak and bracken meet
In places that are old and damp, in places that are damp.

The young man lay again at night,
His ear against the ground.
Returned once more to face the beast
While darkness gathered round.
Against the pounding of his heart,
He strained to hear the sound again, he strained to hear the sound.

Leave a Reply

  

  

  

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>