At the Sign of the Skull
       

At the reservoir
I saw it first, said

we'd show the vet
who said, "Small dog."

The waiting room held
canine hearts,

steeped in jars
of warm formaldehyde,

still plugged
with heartworms.

"Maybe it's a sign,"
I said. You said,

"Start asking for signs
and you'll take anything ."

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