# The Black Dog Meets the Devil

Author: Dakaar
Tags: Poetry

Freeform poetry from the introspective collection, Black Dog, that runs with a folkloric figure that is often associated with misfortune and used as a metaphor for depression. Black Dog looks at this figure and gives him a voice, letting him bark back at a society that's already made up its mind about him.

They say fate is

 

the empty span,

the brittle       gap

   

between

 

 

then

 

and now,

 

that’s why it’s called a 

 

leap of fate.

 

"That’s not what it’s called"

 

said the Black Goat, at the crossroads

 

of his patience.

 

He had lost count of the souls

 

he had met, in need, on this dim corner

 

but could not recall meeting

 

a soul so lost

 

or a soul so in need

 

of a fucking clue

 

as the Black Dog.

 

The Black Dog had just been glad

 

to share the night

 

now he was expected

 

to want something.

 

He’d only ever known how to be grateful.

 

"If you could have anything, right now, what would it be?"

 

Time slurs 

 

space cracks

 

and, for an instant, his face

 

falls.

 

Fate is the open door

 

in which the Black Dog stands

 

procrastinating.

 

The Devil plays with idle hands

 

because doing nothing drives him fucking nuts

 

and the Dog sure was something

 

in need of doing.

 

In the end, he took the Black Dog 

 

round the corner by the scruff

 

and got stuck in

 

to the rut

 

that the Dog had worked himself into,

 

showed him his horns

 

made him see stars turned upside down.

 

The Black Dog, back against the wall

 

then chest against the dirt,

 

his tail anywhere

 

but between his legs,

 

howled his want at last.

 

The Black Goat let him have it.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/znJpqgBe
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