Dogs 2020


xi(1/25/2020)
the one
thing
the one
thing
that he would
allow himself
beyond
the barest
of necessities
something
of the old
life
to carry
into the
new
into
his final
exile
he thought
for months
deliberated
through
his meager
possesions
powered
items
were easily
dismissed
no outlets
in caves
a ring?
a watch?
a portrait?
some other
souvenir
of civilization?
a reminder
of this
dead life?
in
the end
he selected
a book
not some
tome
of higher
learning
no science
no religion
no major
sociological
commentary
but a
selection
of poems
from
some drunken
poet
who wrote
of all
those things
in such
a way
that Faris
would never
miss them