Tuesday, January 31, 2006

about death

with the music swooning and a pleasant book in palm
the two dogs would hear a rumble and take off
bellowing loudly at the fences next door.

they would annoyingly argue about religion or politics or permutations
with the other hairy scoundrels behind the fence.

this happened all the time,
it was tiring.

some time later after I returned home
I took off next door and conversed
to argue about religion or politics or permutations
with the less hairy scoundrels behind the fence.

the hairy ones, they said, were put down.
too beastly, they said.

after I returned home,

with the music swooning and a pleasant book in palm
the two dogs would think they heard a rumble and take off
bellowing loudly at the fences next door.

but that's all they were,
fences.