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Dog leapt up grabbed my arm
It was an upright dog.
Dog, Dog, I said. His fine
my bone. We, together, waltzed
four footprints in the quickly purpling snow,
the chain freed from the Keeper's loop
hizzed behind us like a comet's tail.
Jaws relaxed snapped
for grip; a sea
wept through my fingers.
We swayed our marriage motion
for the crowd; then ploughed
5 wounds upon the wind:
Pain, I postulated, the Dog
howled after. Memory Fear! Then Strength
of the monumental hand slammed down
upon the muzzle of this Shuck
That paces out the cube of all I am. The Dog
meat thrilled: I drilled his Then
With one last dialectic, Death.
He rolled upon the winter street,
His motion broken, argument
complete.
Nok 2013
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