04-12-2017, 10:59 PM
Maybe a Dog
Maybe a dog in the distance
between the trees
squatting under a crescent moon
shitting out his entrails
before trotting away.
By the time I tell this again
it will be a wolf and a full moon–
a howling, growling timber wolf
with paws the size of buckler shields
carried by the foot soldiers of King Harold.
The savaging of Granny before the beast-lunge
toward the girl, and the flash of my sword.
Maybe a dog in the distance
between the trees
squatting under a crescent moon
shitting out his entrails
before trotting away.
By the time I tell this again
it will be a wolf and a full moon–
a howling, growling timber wolf
with paws the size of buckler shields
carried by the foot soldiers of King Harold.
The savaging of Granny before the beast-lunge
toward the girl, and the flash of my sword.