Angry Dog

I am the angry dog who claws the meek,

Who chews the meat and bites the offered cheek.

What leash would last, what collar at my throat,

Would hold the devil in a lathered coat?

The same coat from a relative before.

I foam at the mouth like my ancestor,

And spew the poison of contempt and rage,

Uncaptured by a trap or iron cage.

Recent Posts

With eyelids, closed and shuttered, by a nail, The sense of sight, when other senses fail, Is now covered with ash, so freshly laid, The...

I am weak. No one can help me fight this. I feel, I feel too much, most of the time, And she is like me. I cannot dismiss Her tall...

The ancients breathed inside me, I recall That child, who heard them whisper quietly, Standing like giants when I was so small, Those...