A Dog's Predicament Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Twenty seven sculptures to his name
made Modigliani famous by the time
he was 36 and I at 79 with more than

3 times his, my figurines accumulate
storage fees.
In despair I fall on my knees and look

where to put my hand to help myself up
when suddenly Jesus appears
and starts preaching

flooding my infantile intellect
with His typical metaphoric style.
I mean what am I supposed to do

with narrow gates? Thin my girth?
Or throw pearls before the swine?
By the way it doesn't sound like

a Kosher parable! and what of the sheep
without a shepherd.
This is not like they have to have

a shepherd lead them into the abyss.
They can jump on their own.
And as a dog returns to its vomit

so a fool
repeats his folly.
A prediction of Trump's predicament.