Dogs at the Salt Flats - Poem

Rabid dogs stand at the edge of salt flats

Lapping for water in what blood they can find

Blood that speckles red on the crystals

And stains black on the dirt

The hounds hold their heads low to the oppressive cloud cover

A ceiling on all tomorrows

The salt has cured our flesh; it will keep

Dogs feed ‘til sundown

Then they will hunt one another

….

[Reports show a clear cause of the salination

Redacted, then released. No matter]

Psychological factors in target selection

To put the fear of our God in ‘em

Or make them believe we're him

At very least, images to show back home. 

Scattered limbs and lines erased from history.

[Reports show a clear cause of the salination]

The peninsula still smoulders

All but forgotten

Sticky fire. Hells inferno as a wash across a landscape and their skin.

[Reports show a clear cause of the salination]

“We are fighting against human animals,” came an echo upon stained marble.

Repeated again and again on a western gale wind.

White phosphorus and rubble, like before and again, salt the earth.

…

Rabid dogs stand at the edge of salt flats

At the edge of no tomorrows

Dining on cured meat until sundown