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Number of posts : 63 Age : 51 Location : Salt Lake City, Utah Poets : Allan Ginsburg, May Swenson, Billy Collins, ect. Registration date : 2008-12-27
| Subject: DOG THAT LAPS HIS WOUNDS Fri Jan 30, 2009 8:31 pm | |
| [I am] the dog that laps his wounds. at times, when allowed,he grits his teeth and bears blood-thirsty fangs. He is young but the poem of his life is drawing to a close. No one sees that the sunsets and rises within him.
In the heat of June, the heavnly blossoms come without coaxing. Sometimes, his owner pours salt into his already open wound. When this happens, his cry is a lonely one.
When his master calls his ears perk-up but remain in place; he is in a rut. One paw lifts off the porch. The other itches to move but doesn’t.
The master calls again but yells. This dog stands, yawns— the world is moving restlessly. Like a child; he is scolded. Like a whip; the master’s tongue lashes violently. His words break semi—healed wounds.
One minute he is appreciated. One minute he is the perfect companion, he is the crucified beloved. Then all the sudden, without warning he is expendable and the one morning he is ran over—
No one sheds a drop. He’s the one who was unseen lapping his wounds while enduring the cruel lashes of the world. | |
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