It was a country of dogs
fine and beautiful
in every sense
God's haven on earth!
Yes! It was country
for dogs of every variety
some barking
some seldom biting
always hounding
all venomous
bone hunters
sometimes they eat
children of womb
red honeyed
talking high profile
Oxford English
waxed & polished
many times a week
Good Lord this poodle
doesn't have a lice
or a lettuce
creaking doors
smashing streets
burns erased
church in flames
it is street dogs barking
moon blinks
caravan forsaken&covenant too
God well knows
how to nickname a country!
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Yes, we are often confronted with a situation which otherwise is difficult to explain. When chaos becomes the order of the day and the saner sense is under threat, we find ourselves in an area of darkness i.e. Dog's Country. Really a great poem indeed.