Barking Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Barking



we don't believe this dog-talk
it's howl and barking time
there are no bones hidden here under the pines

no-one cast-up by the tide
crawled this far
to hide their soul's ragged sacks
and they're not hanging
coarse and cursing black

with the crows just out of reach
dancing with Mephisto
as he rides in from the beach

and the dogs pretend not to understand

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