the black dog sits on the porch
at night beside the door of the house
unafraid of the rain and the darkness
undisturbed by the soundless floors
of this domestic war this family violence
then there is the sound of the car coming
at a distance still
the black dog wags its tail
and yelps at your coming
despite everything you are still his master
and now you are home with him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem