A Dog Buried Wrong
Polina Cosgrave
in a grain storage pit, now
an anonymous mutt in a ghost city
is gnawing on the bones of federal memories.
Relearning to bark the inexistent hymn,
to wiggle its faith, to bare
blunt teeth and have a bite
of a never coming tomorrow.
To be loyal. Loyal to what?
To the last sunset dripping
all over the cobblestone on the square
not red enough yet, filling the office
of an old cripple with the bloodiest
strokes. Until he is drowned
and forgotten. Until he is but a ghost
too. Howling, howling at the clockface
of the citadel moon.
an anonymous mutt in a ghost city
is gnawing on the bones of federal memories.
Relearning to bark the inexistent hymn,
to wiggle its faith, to bare
blunt teeth and have a bite
of a never coming tomorrow.
To be loyal. Loyal to what?
To the last sunset dripping
all over the cobblestone on the square
not red enough yet, filling the office
of an old cripple with the bloodiest
strokes. Until he is drowned
and forgotten. Until he is but a ghost
too. Howling, howling at the clockface
of the citadel moon.
Polina Cosgrave is a bilingual writer/performer based in Dublin. Polina’s debut poetry collection My Name Is was published by Dedalus Press. Her work appeared on TV, radio and in numerous anthologies and magazines, including The Stinging Fly, Crannóg, Southword, Banshee and The Irish Times. Polina’s second poetry collection Cargo was published by The Gallery Press (2024).
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