Anecdotal Dog Days


What happens to the dread

The omens and premonitions

Weighing on your chest

As somewhere on the planet

The longest day spews out

Heat and admonition

And shop windows

Scream out Last Day?


Will they make it

In the fossil record

As unexplained scraggles

Haloing an apparent

And unarguable wholeness

A granite-like identity

With no ghostly cracks?


Righteous afterlives so

Weighty on the scales

That no griffin could dislodge

Nor voracious revanche

Root out?


And stealthily advances

The novel, secret weapon

Ready to deploy

Covering up its tracks

In those ravenous dog days

That no one could

Properly allay


Pina Piccolo, June 22, 2024