Mahem Mayday Machiavellian

Killick Poetry Contest Craig Cornish The weight of his dog on his mind There were no makeups, makeovers … there was a makeshift as death was calling One sacrifice that could save his family Out of reach, out of breath, out of gas The boat rocked with the crashing waves With the regular anchor broken He said his Hail Marys and passed The rocky shoreline begged for prayer It was low tide in the most figurative way As the white crest of waves fought the jagged rocks Father, mother, and three kids kneeled at the altar As the family pet that stood vigilant earlier ... now gone along with a lifetime of tears About 100 yards from doom, the dog came to rest Seagulls flying above are disappointed