The Three Sheepdogs

Three sheepdogs gazed out upon a zone
     In shadow, three tears undrowned the
Weary sands, three moons unborn in fallow; 
     Thrice unbowed unto the cannibal realm, 

Faltering embers, windswept sighs. The first 
     Was called FDA, the second CDC, and the 
Third WHO, shades that roved upon the gloaming; 
     The gelid eye remorseless, crimson were their 

Maws. Whereupon that defiled blotted earth, 
     Deathly wolds where countless sheep did
Lay, their soiled locks now lifeless; no hearth 
     To warm the traveler, no maid to soothe the 

Castaway; and through that withering wasteland 
     Wept ashes borne of felled angels, an unmarked
Grave where no lilies grow – silence swept 
     The cataclysm. And the night rained down,

And the suns rained down, and the soul of 
     Man rained down upon the mere; three sheep-
Dogs gazed out upon a world once callow, lost 
     Scepters of the diadem, a canopy without stars.

David Penner has taught English and ESL within the City University of New York and at Fordham. His articles on politics and health care have appeared in CounterPunch, Dissident Voice, Dr. Linda and KevinMD; while his poetry has been published with Dissident Voice. Also a photographer, he is the author of three books: Faces of Manhattan Island, Faces of The New Economy, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at: 321davidadam@gmail. Read other articles by David.