Wednesday, May 29, 2013


Good Dog

What a good dog
what a very good dog
you are but I wonder
if you weren’t born
with the oily sheen
of original sin
on your lustrous coat
our thoughtless gift
your feckless friends
eternal damnation
nipping at our flanks
scent of salvation on the breeze
driving us mad
fangs bared
to feral packs of infidels
our legs churning
with dreams of supplication
your gritty tongue  
proclaiming the one true faith
a wag of amazing grace
that saved a wretch like me. 

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