Poemdog

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