Starlorn
(a 55)
The black dog runs
on the wind that
reaps the world.
He bites starlorn
at the moon who knows
his teeth will find marrow.
Behind him comes
the scythe that cuts tomorrow
down to bone.
Moon must learn to bleed,
monkeys to eat snow,
man to live on tears
where the black dog runs.
December 2021
posted for Dverse Poets
Images: Moonrise, 1884, © Stanislaw Maslowski Public Domain
Wolf-Dog, manipulated, 1976 © Jamie Wyeth Public Domain
