Dog Bones

July 21, 2009
Provocation is coming about as the days grow bitter.
Lest we were to provoke it all on our own, we are not to blame.
Not needing the heaps and piles of bones you left me,
I’ll chew on them like a dog, obeying each and every demand.
For fear that I bite the hand that feeds my sorry mouth,
I’ll bite down on the chain and liberate my tattered spirit.





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