David Baker


Mongrel Heart

Up the dog bounds to the window, baying
like a basset his doleful, tearing sounds
from the belly, as if mourning a dead king,

and now he's howling like a beagle - yips, brays,
gagging growls - and scratching the sill paintless,
that's how much he's missed you, the two of you,

both of you, mother and daughter, my wife

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