THE DEAD DOG PARISH
From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
Artwork by Matei Tigareanu
https://www.instagram.com/ma.tei/
In the most lovely of lands,
before a backdrop of
mountains and palms,
there hangs a pall—
All my Loves
a diaspora
coalescing into
a trickle of letters.
What I thought was a healthy dream
daily becomes a scant whiff of luck—
Of friends entwined,
practicing forgiveness.
Now I see a grid of streets,
each one like an escape chute.
But I’ll still sing aloud
what is known to the monastic,
the seekers, their demiurge—
But no one will hear nor listen,
for I am unarmed,
sensible,
poor—
All grave sins,
useless facets
in a world of cannibals.
To do a service to man,
I best be ground into dog food.
From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
Artwork by Matei Tigareanu
https://www.instagram.com/ma.tei/
