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