A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

LUNAMORPHOSIS
(10/11/11)


year
after year
baying
balefully
at a brightness
in the night
sky

a longing
angst
of living
looking
for an outlet
in an otherworldly
orb

panting
howling
wasting away
for something
neither present
in flesh
nor dreams

finally
the last
little hope
dies
and wolf
morphs
to mourning
moon

cold
sterile
desiccated
gazing down
upon grotesque
convolutions
of craving
souls
still condemned

now
calm
and centered
the madness
seems a malady
hardly worth
life

waxing
waning
phasing
light
to dark
to light

blood
coolly blues
to the black
of space

only
an occasional
warm touch
will be
missed