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Dogs 2017

RED SUN SETTING
(3/8/17)

ominous

portentous

a big
bloody ball
hanging still
20 degrees
above
the horizon

the demons
are coming

the world
is dying

our star
looks ready
to explode
rather than
sink peacefully
out of sight

we are
anxious
for the night

later
however
while we
lie quietly
in bed

we realize

that
no sign
will doom
us

no sign
will save
us

we sleep

dreaming
of disaster