Saturday, April 30, 2016

JD DeHart writes

Turning on Each Other

I remember my father’s
hands reaching between snapping
snouts of fighting dogs
and spreading them apart

and I remember the thin
stream of blood spread across
the hairy thatch of his hand

I have seen the snap
and bite and growl of people
and noticed how they treat
their perceived territory

at least the creature
is more honest in its delivery. 
Dog Fight -- Phil Musen

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