Primeval
by
the house, barking,
barking, mouth moving
rhythmically behind
the picture window.
The glass constrains
my protest, but you
know what I am saying.
I am the dog tied
outside, in the back
of a crumbling duplex
behind a broken car.
shackled with rope, tied
to a pulley, I run and run,
grooving the mud
in an arrow straight line.
I am the dog behind
the wire gate, jumping,
jumping frantically
jumping as if this time
I'll bound skyward right
over the top of the chain
link fence, and float away
to a warm southern state.
I am the dog stalking
shadowing, pacing a foot
behind, uttering guttural
noise, one step removed
from Canis Lupus. Barking
no longer expresses
my dissatisfaction
with this life.
6 comments:
Love the graded images of a dog's identity. But especially love the last comment - barking is not enough to express dissatisfaction with this life.
Just great!
Gemma
thanks, Gemma. Every once in a while I see flashes of the 'other' side in my dogs. *g*
The only dissatisfaction your dogs have is when you don't wait on them fast enough!
Anon - have you been reading their blogs again?!
Well, that one's not about the Corgies, I bet.
Nor is the picture. :)
Gabriele,
As Anon noted, my dogs are a bit spoiled. They don't know they aren't people. :)
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