What happens to the dread
The omens and premonitions
Weighing on your chest
As somewhere on the planet
The longest day spews out
Heat and admonition
And shop windows
Scream out Last Day?
Will they make it
In the fossil record
As unexplained scraggles
Haloing an apparent
And unarguable wholeness
A granite-like identity
With no ghostly cracks?
Righteous afterlives so
Weighty on the scales
That no griffin could dislodge
Nor voracious revanche
Root out?
And stealthily advances
The novel, secret weapon
Ready to deploy
Covering up its tracks
In those ravenous dog days
That no one could
Properly allay
Pina Piccolo, June 22, 2024