Melancholy creeping anthropology
in silence where shadows throng
with secrets kept in a pill box
as Fido buries a bone
a treasure never to be found
planting a seed marking the spot
with a primal urge lusting sod
by any ordinary wayfaring hound
with a Mona Lisa smile
glistening white, dripping prayer
of entanglements from the beast
as Fido buries a bone








