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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
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Connie Pachecho
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