‘Gnashing Smiling Teeth’
The gnashing, smiling teeth of the rabid wolves who run the world,
sneer as they consume everything that falls under their monstrous gaze,
desiring evermore,
endless territory and resources,
to the moon and beyond.
Insatiable,
they wolf down every morsel they can get their paws on and sink their teeth into,
devouring land, life, and little girls.
They howl with laughter through bared, pointed fangs and fetid breath,
as they stalk their prey,
surround them,
and go in for the kill,
mouth foaming,
growling with pleasure for the hunt and the blood of the innocent.
In their ravenous, bloody wake,
they leave behind a path of cultures and children gnawed to the bone,
the carcass of a once habitable home,
and ghosts of the truth hidden in the lies told to their cubs raised rabid,
continuing generations of death and destruction.
Stealing the soul of the very earth beneath their claws,
the gluttonous wolves forget their home,
they forget their mother,
forget they are not above the woods.
And their gluttony unchecked will bring death to both the woods and to themselves.
Will their gnashing teeth still be smiling when all that’s left to consume,
is the pile of ash and bone they sit upon,
each other,
or their own rotten flesh?
For the wolves might thrust themselves into their own extinction,
and take everything else with them along the way.
But the woods are resilient and enduring,
light still trickles in through dark shadows,
and seeds of hope grow in adversity.
The woods will smile gently and breathe deeply once more,
when rot and decay birth the interconnections of new life,
and transform rabid wolves into rich fertilizer for the future.
The roots that remain strong through death and destruction
will grow to heal in solidarity with the land once overrun
by viscous predators and thieves with gnashing, smiling teeth.
And on the bones and teeth of those monsters,
the world will be reborn anew.
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About the Poem
I wrote this poem after the song ‘Feed Us Your Girls‘ by Lydia the Bard kept getting stuck in my head. It was right around the start of our attack on Iran, and the bombing of a girls’ school, which killed more than 170 people, mostly children. And of course, it feels like the potential soft start to WW3. So my brain made the connections between the same predatory men Lydia’s song refers to, and the same predators running our world and destroying everything in their path.
And so this poem came out of me, through my own bared teeth.
I made a point to identify the wolves specifically as rabid not just because of the imagery associated, but to identify these wolves of the world as immensely sick and twisted individuals, and not negatively associate actual wolves themselves with the real monsters we face.
I’d be remiss not to mention how wolves are also known for their protective, caring nature, and are matriarchically-run family units. Hence the ‘Mother’ reference in the poem, which alludes to this as well as our Mother as our planet. <3
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