SONG OF THE TOUCHED DOG
A touched dog wags
automatically. He
eagerly awaits
what no one wants.
He's no cat, the touched
dog, trapped in no mystery
beyond the bone he
buried by mistake.
His memory's a mine
shaft he falls into in the dark.
The touched dog is
only what you think he is,
a sleeping pet someone let
lie at the feet of man.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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