I am currently reading Vicki Feaver's Book of Blood. I enjoy Feaver's poetry a lot, she has a great way with words, using a lot if subtle internal rhyme. However along with John Burnside another excellent Scottish poet, she shows a tendency to sense badness or evil in nature, sort of summed up in the cliched phrase 'Red in Tooth and Claw'. I find this a disturbing and inaccurate view to take, which inspired me to write the poem below.
Red in Tooth and Claw
Nature is darkly unknowable
Wildnerness is wild, untameable
Tigers attack, strike fear into hearts.
I would not live with grizzly bears
but nor would I pretend
essential evil in nature.
We are the ones who destroy our own nests
we are the ones who kill for fun
We are the ones with the reddest teeth
the reddest claws.
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