the dog whisperer

8 september 2008

I dreamt that you stood at the gates of your city,
a pack of dogs at your heels.
The streets behind you were laid to waste,
and a line of people-constructs stretched along the road.

One by one, the constructs approached you,
and you allowed the dogs to sniff the hollowed-bodies.

One by one, the dogs tore the constructs to shreds,
and you spoke to them without moving your lips.

I alone faced you, my nose heavy with canine musk.
And when you looked me in the eye, I turned and walked away.

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