John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Cold Dogs In My Ears - Poem by John W. McEwers

In the majesty
of nightime's swallow
the right time for loss
the cold time for dogs.

Baying shrieks
undermine the silence
of night time,
the right time
for death.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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