Requiem
The day looks upon its face
in the crystal river as
gray dawn crawls closer
whispered promise of
fresh daybreak and life
schemes to follow symbol
her brood of twelve
herald diagnosis
our wretched dog
hunts for the symbol to
hide your fear in its belly
and fetch peace
from chiaroscuro dawn
vapors relent
fouling from
cheap alcohol
swirling in
your guts…
