Poisoned into silence…

How innocent Codiponte looks from a distance.

Up close, not so. The village has had a checkered history with poisons. Rife with the stuff, apparently. The word of Moses’ Strychnine Episode has tainted every corner of this little community and beyond. Folk… many faces I recognize and some I don’t… have come up to me expressing their kind sympathy and to recount stories of their unexpected poisonous encounters. Dogs & cats struck rigid to a dreadful & premature Death…

My sister’s German shepherd barked. Dogs bark, no? Someone threw into her yard a piece of meat laced with poison. Dead…

Ran my dog down to Acqua Paradiso (a local natural spring within a 15 minute walk from Codiponte). He ate something poisoned and was dead on the spot. It’s happened twice. Then, the man made a gesture with his upraised arms to show me what I had spent 4 days suffering through to avoid…

My two dogs and some cats poisoned right here in the village…

My daughter’s bastardino… or, mutt… died in her arms on the way to the Vet’s from eating a morsel full… just full… of poison and right behind our house!!!…

and so on and so forth. Makes one’s spirito e anima reel. How silly of me to think that Moses’ scrape with strychnine was an isolated, extraordinary event.

What is it with A World keen to resort to poison as a solution to anything? The Vet said what he saw with Moses was a delinquency. Oh? Well, that to me is not showing up at school at 8:30AM, spray-painting fuck-you on a wall… which in Italy can be mis-spelled… or, stealing a car’s hubcaps. Leaving a salami saturated with strychnine in the garden of a home… NEXT DOOR TO OTHER HOMES & GARDENS… in broad day-light is nothing less than thuggery.

The Regional Police are due at my door on Saturday morning to make their report of the incident. And, I will have to be vague… indeterminate… divulging as little info as possible. You said I must. Repercussions, you see. The perpetrator of this crime… thug… delinquent… or, what have you… lives & breathes amongst us. I have no proof but I sure as Hell know in what sector of Codiponte Moses snatched at Death. I cannot say. Scarier than poison. And, so dreadfully Italian. If I were in America, I’d point, state, express, explain to encourage a squad-like assault on the area in question by the Health Department to detect other insidious examples of what almost KILLED My Dog. What I AM ALLOWED to do is appreciate that Moses isn’t Dead. Shit happens and move on. Still, My Pet. Chew on that for awhile and let me know how it tastes. BItter-sweet, I bet.

As you can tell… I’m pissed. Gads.