I've noticed them,
By their obsession with the ape,
By their drooling at meal times
And at their gendered counterparts.
I see dogs where there should be people.
They walk
Down the halls
Turn corners
Blindly and are amazed
At the other end.
They want always
What's in a mirror.
But what's in a mirror?
I see dogs
On television singing
But even sometimes
Barking at each other
Or worse yet killing
At each other.
There are dogs
Where paintings should be.
And when I see paintings
They are invariably of dogs:
Dogs sitting and smiling,
Dogs staring out a window,
Dogs staring in a window
At other dogs
(How much is in a window?) ,
Dogs at a last supper,
Dogs being bombed to death,
Dogs bombing to death.
And at the museum
Only one painting of men:
They play poker, but are acting like dogs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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