Dead Dog Poem by Carsten Thomsen

Dead Dog

Rating: 4.8


I saw him walking
down the street
dragging dead dog
behind him.
As he saw me
he stopped.
“Dog dead” he said,
pointing at carcass in tow.
A noose around its neck,
entrails exposed,
dead tongue awry,
lifeless eyes
covered with
thin film of dust
staring
at rising globe of fire
in disbelief.
“It happens” I replied.
He sat down,
I lit a cigarette,
offered him one.
“Dog dead”
he said again;
giving me another
chance to marvel
at his God like
insight.
“Your dog? ”
I enquirered,
though not
really caring.
“dog dead”
he answered,
grinning.
“ I take away”
I let it slip.
Got up,
tipped my hat,
wished him
“a nice day”

As life
somehow
kept on
happening
there
and elsewhere:
headstrong,
head on,
I dove
into the sun
lit streets.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Owain Glyn 29 December 2012

I wonder which one of them was really the most deceased?

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Jonny Brackney 26 January 2012

a worthy read. jonny likey.

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I lost half of my breath reading your film-poem, dear Carsten. The poem of Pablo Neruda 'My dog died' came into my mind. Even you in the poem, careless in the beginning 'you dove into the sun / lit streets'. Thanks for sharing. I give 9+ to you.

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