Dirty Old Dog Poem by Zyw Zywa

In the dense net of roots
lives the dog, the dirty dog
that everyone knows, but never
speaks to or looks at, a glimpse
of that dirty old dog is enough

Persephone takes him
above the ground, hidden
between her legs, he looks
at the Queen of the country
waving in a golden coach

He is a King himself
in his own world
content with his fate
content with his fame
as a dirty old dog

Life is fleeting
but human knowledge
feeds the earth, new roots
grow new rooms to
the old dog's home

the dirty old dog
dirty old dog
old dog