Devon Balwit


Look, look away, the feed’s grim dance,
the lesser kudu, all whorled iridescence,

holding me a full breath or more, while
the starving polar bear, a slink of ribs and

misery, catches my eye only long enough
to identify it, before, unable to soothe and so

sick to see, like a rubbernecker passing
shatter, blood-spatter, I move on.

Devon Balwit admires and worries about the earth’s creatures.