Dog Day Harvest Moon Poem by Neil Kennovin

You were my babies, my daughters, my sisters, my mother.
An absence of water has left me with an absence of love.
My consoling father told me that there would be others,
But my heart quakes for what the earth conceals.

One somber night I could bear it no longer,
I marched behind the garage and cast my claws
Into the dry river of Hades, stronger, stronger!
After an eternity I had found the treasure of the Dead Sea,
And I carefully unwove your funeral dress and found
To my heart’s pure joy, a breath: the pearl of my life.

Love was once again in my being and soul,
Your wet breaths kissed away the darkness in my heart,
And though God’s promise of death is what you stole,
My senses were whole, and I knew we would never part.

All at once, the promise was retracted, and
I felt the cold breath of reality, which through me swept.
My senses fully restored from the nightly utopia,
I peered outside of my house’s aperture and wept.

Adjust, oh please; adjust the fifth of August,
When my tattered body and mind gave way
To life’s realities' deadly and violent gust.