The Act Is Brutal Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
The Act Is Brutal
The act is brutal
Long, black as her luck
her ears.
In the leash, moved around
stopping off and on.
Hazel eyes in the light look above
"Sir, can I? "
Wants to touch the snow; smell ice
rope pulling: "hurry up."
The act is brutal.
Pet owning is crime
even if overt love
no bark and no mew
no mate by free choice
everything is imposed.
The act is brutal.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: pets
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5/6/2024 4:27:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An interesting piece, Nassy. Domesticated pets have come to rely on our captivity of them but loose a certain amount of freedom.