EP&M Online Poetry

To a Sentinel Marmot

                     by Steven D. Schroeder

Warned by your trill, the colony
Has scurried to its burrow,
But you lie still with entrails staining
Your boulder-top, a barrow.

Tell us, you husk of altruism
Drizzling blood to feed
The foxes, alarm whistle mute,
Did you die satisfied?

Steven D. Schroeder appears on EP&M Online for the first time.

“To a Sentinel Marmot”
copyright © 2003 by Steven D. Schroeder
and may not be reprinted or distributed without permission from the author.