Poem for the week: "Dogs of Desire"

Dogs of Desire

Every murder mystery writer

writes their story from back

to front, omniscient of all the

facts of their story, but we don’t

know that; that’s what makes

them a murder mystery story, —

And so is life a mystery story

like the murder mystery writer’s

story, fraught with red herrings and

dead-ends, but who is the author

of this fabulous story? And how

do we solve this mystery without

an author to guide us? —

What if we work backwards, like

the author of the murder mystery

story? Can we follow the clues

from back to front and see the

big picture? But how can we

follow the clues from back to

front if we are dead? —

The case lingered…

As chance would have it, he found

a clue in something a poet said about

a man who went on a journey into

a desert and died of thirst but came

back to life again; and he studied

the mystical poet and his case

was resurrected, —

“Die before dying,” wrote the mystic

poet, dropping his best clue, and he

embarked upon a journey into the  

arid dessert of his lost soul, and every

day another dog of desire died a sweet,

excruciating death—how he craved

a single drop of water! —

And the clues kept coming…

Emaciated, he kept searching for the oasis

of precious water, but it was so far away;

and when he lay down to rest his last dog

of desire sprang to life, and he dragged his

weary soul to the life-giving water and

died of sheer exhaustion—the final

clue that solved the mystery, —

Case closed!