The Dogs

I found the dead husband,

Swirling entity chambered in his black pit,

Dead dull light no spark lit,

The ground with him a thin sheet brown cover,

No sound with him I begin to think of forever slumber,

Human tooth I thought was a rock,

Finger bone I thought was a rock,

Severed vertebrae I didn’t think was a rock,

I heard the hounds howling hurrying to unhide the hidden.

The winter sun laid right over the dense forest, preparing to rest for the day,

I sit and wait for the dogs,

I sat in fog thick enough to wade,

I wait,

I prayed for his tired twisted light reaching out to me,

That bridge between two, impossible to see,

His grip to my wrist, his urge to be free,

I waited for the dogs,

His presence appeared to me in the fog,

I spoke to him in unprecedented dialogue,

He told me to open my eyes and I asked him why,

He said you’ve finally reached where you’ve been brought to die,

Your kids, your wife will pray at your grave,

For your god to grace you eternal peace craddled by their praise,

I found the dead husband churning in my chest,

As I watched my children years later,

I watched my children for decades wading through the agony of life,

68 years later I watched my children mourn my dead wife,

I watched my children get old and eventually cease to exist,

I waited for my family to join me… and they never came,

I waited for the dogs… and they never came.