A Fragment Of A Future Memory Poem by Patrick L Kalahar

Aimlessly I walk
through the town's empty streets
weeds defy the pavement
in cracks and fissures
that may or may not imply a pattern

Aimlessly I walk
impelled by an occult gravity
I search for something unseen.
A severed hand
that might not be from a mannequin
points the way

Music escapes from an abandoned house
a schottische on an old disc
sounding in endless repetition
on a record player that
does not know it is broken

A pack of feral dogs
begins to follow me in grim parade
the leader carries the severed hand
between grinning teeth,
padded claws click a solemn tattoo.
At least now I know I am not alone