Tayve Neese

'Radioactive Boars Are Roaming Around Germany'

			Smithsonian Magazine

Plowing field with snout, they sniff out truffle, 
root, leave poisonous dark bristles 

on twigs. Tusks, over generations,
shorten for lack of need.

No arrows threaten ribs, no scent 
of hunters chasing sows to bleed 

them from their throats. 
Litters are born, each small fetus 

misshapen before birth, 
ill formed bones, or lacking hoof.

Our disaster−their savior from blade,
our uranium−allowing sounder's growth.

Originally published in diode, v8n9.