'Radioactive Boars Are Roaming Around Germany'
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.