Blackdog

Maybe it’s just
all this talk of Raptures,

but walking across
the shadowed campus

last night, I was frozen
in my steps by
a dark dogshape,

black blotch prowling
across the quad.

It howled, a low mourning
that winnows into the belly,

and for just a moment,
I wondered, if the world
was really ending,

where you were
and why I was not with you.

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