Carsten Thomsen


Dead Dog - Poem by Carsten Thomsen

I saw him walking
down the street
dragging dead dog
behind him.
As he saw me
he stopped.
“Dog dead” he said,
pointing at carcass in tow.
A noose around its neck,
entrails exposed,
dead tongue awry,
lifeless eyes
covered with
thin film of dust
staring
at rising globe of fire
in disbelief.
“It happens” I replied.
He sat down,
I lit a cigarette,
offered him one.
“Dog dead”
he said again;
giving me another
chance to marvel
at his God like
insight.
“Your dog? ”
I enquirered,
though not
really caring.
“dog dead”
he answered,
grinning.
“ I take away”
I let it slip.
Got up,
tipped my hat,
wished him
“a nice day”

As life
somehow
kept on
happening
there
and elsewhere:
headstrong,
head on,
I dove
into the sun
lit streets.


Comments about Dead Dog by Carsten Thomsen

  • Rookie Owain Glyn (12/29/2012 6:03:00 AM)

    I wonder which one of them was really the most deceased? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jonny Brackney (1/26/2012 2:49:00 PM)

    a worthy read. jonny likey. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joseph S. Josephides (iosif S. Iosifidis) (9/25/2008 1:19:00 PM)

    I lost half of my breath reading your film-poem, dear Carsten. The poem of Pablo Neruda 'My dog died' came into my mind. Even you in the poem, careless in the beginning 'you dove into the sun / lit streets'. Thanks for sharing. I give 9+ to you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 4, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2008


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