Sunday, September 25, 2022

Hugging My Dog at Night in Winter

How can we live in peace

when nails of sleet tap war on our window?

 

Looking out

was I a fool to think we were ever safe, ever could be?

 

The walking dead of nuclear winter

a creature of the night all those years, lying in wait

 

alarming us with a sneeze

What does one say to a demon when it sneezes?

 

I hug my dog

Listen to our breath, the night, clock, ice maker, tinnitus

 

The silence of bodies in a ditch


By Girard Tournesol

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