Gosuks have an image
of an Alaskan dog, so proud
and fast, with thick fur
and ice blue eyes.
The mutts I know are shabby,
with matted fur and
hollow sides, visible ribs
and dead, unloved eyes.
Walking down the line,
we saw a dead dog,
its chain leash tangled around
a stump. Starved.
These stiff, dead, frozen,
hungry dogs are a signpost
of the carelessness and disrepair
that has shambled this people.
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Big Eyes
PoetryPoems from my path across the United States as I attempt to heal and find my family. ***my mother and I have reconciled. We're good, you shouldn't worry.
