Zumwalt Poems Online



Twisting and deforming
Raging daemonic forces
Scream across the veldt.
              Corkscrew clouds
              Peeling off our thin, Formica-top civilization.

                            No Oz awaits;
                            Dorothy and Toto have headed for the shelters.
                            The only Munchkins, mutants.

Your fault
My fault
No fault.

              We pulled the cork,
              The Jinn gave their notice;
              And History’s in its familiar whirlpool
              With vertigo the fashion of today.

Like hunkered hedgehogs
Curled in spherical,
Lance-backed laagers,

We have one option:

              Shut our eyes
              And wait for the dust to settle.

— Zumwalt (1981)


Comments on: "Voortrek" (5)

  1. Very evocative


  2. Reblogged this on Ben Naga.


  3. Fabulous–too many good bits to choose a fave.


  4. Does the dust ever settle? I am waiting. Or have the Jinn turned it all to desert? Or is there a tornado that will blackly swirl out of Kansas to deposit the 1930s with flapper girls and poor men drunk with home brew into the formica of what is becoming civilization? A whirlwind poem if I ever read one.


  5. WordsFallFromMyEyes said:

    Well written – I can really feel the “this way and that”, the pull and turmoil in this poem. Like it.


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