Once I held the paw of a dog
and gave it something to look at as it died.
Betrayal; he looked to me and I
held
him
down.
The drugs that crept through narrowing veins
sharpened their knives inside his skin;
he shuddered. Odd, apparently they are not supposed
to fight this forgiveness, this blessing cyanide disguise.
His eyes never left mine,
though the light lingering flickered
and my hand on his faltered
that instant we were infinity itself
suspended, his tremors humming through my hand
but then I encounter the imminence of
reality, when I saw that he could reach it no longer.
Now I hold still his recriminations on my face
with hands that fall slack, and he waits
at the edges of moments of weakness.
my loyal companion, mans best friend,
such misfortune I was not born a man.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
Once I held the paw of a dog
and gave it something to look at as it died.
Betrayal; he looked to me and I
held
him
down.
The drugs that crept through narrowing veins
sharpened their knives inside his skin;
he shuddered. Odd, apparently they are not supposed
to fight this forgiveness, this blessing cyanide disguise.
His eyes never left mine,
though the light lingering flickered
and my hand on his faltered
that instant we were infinity itself
suspended, his tremors humming through my hand
but then I encounter the imminence of
reality, when I saw that he could reach it no longer.
Now I hold still his recriminations on my face
with hands that fall slack, and he waits
at the edges of moments of weakness.
my loyal companion, mans best friend,
such misfortune I was not born a man.
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