Dogs pacing to and fro in
kennels
ears and tail hanging low,
whimpering,
growling
the thick darkness
slowly cowling the broad
daylight
not your typical summer
storm
it seemed a spoonful
would be darker than
the darkest night we ever
knew
the people stopped
ploughing
hand on brow as a visor
soon the sun blanketed
a sense of dread like a
clod underfoot
a finely-polished
listlessness
imperative to avoid panic
and the clouds, the clouds
amassing like billowed
fear
and the dogs barking,
barking
gravity warped the mirror
into smithereens
people fell to their
knees, prayed,
called for shelter
ran away from the epiphany
it was too much reality
too much science
too much life in one
sitting
the last starless night
fell upon the earth
tucked us motherly in
whispered gently, gently,
“good night”.
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