Those Barking Dogs.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is not unusual
to find present dogs
barking the wrong
people of the
past

these are occurring
now
with all these dogs
white and black
barking throughout the
nights and daysof
our future

meanwhile all the leaves
fall off
the trees
fall on lands and become
so dry

meanwhile a smoking man
throws off his cigarette butt
on those piles and then a big
fire is born
to make its first hell climb
to the skies

the world is burned
and all the dogs die
and all the people of the
past and the future
die

and then the world goes back
in peace again
sleeping soundly
without all of them