WILLIAM'S MONGRELS
when i looked down at the mongrel dog/ i knew
that i was loved by the dog/ & as i looked i
loved the mongrel in return/ & did not want the
animal to come to harm/ the dog - the bag of
bones, blood & organs - bundled roughly together
(alright miraculously roughly together) in a
skin bag/ a bag of skin & soulful dog's eyes
dumped (purposefully?) onto earth - the dog -
its eyes/ i loved them & suffered in them/ i
too, love the dog(s) that sit, by the derelict
of north melbourne/ none of us asked to be here
- the dog didn't ask to be here/ but (in loyalty)
tolerates its position/ i (born human) am crying
now/ & cannot die noiselessly or defeated, like
william & the black dog/ a horrible thing -
tears, from the skin bag - of bones, organs &
(world created?) blood/ to have us suffer a
while alone - to have us, become (strangely)
attached to its gruesomeness/ to fear being
taken out of the skin bag, of blood & bone -
to endure its pain - only to be snuffed out,
perfectly in the end/ (the quiet earth makes use
of us) then/ & william - wet & cold from crying
- hard & old from bitterness & dying & dog
tired of living, like william's mongrels |
