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Sirius Lament in Canis Minor<br />
saliva, and megaphones attack<br />
the ears with every breed of barking.<br />
The leasing office tells me:<br />
The puppy’s owner just put her<br />
in a crate. You’re not the only one<br />
who’s complained.<br />
This fact is no solution and I see red.<br />
Red is the dog’s leather noose,<br />
its own hanging tongue, panting<br />
for the person who makes jewels<br />
of four legs and a heart<br />
stashed in a cramped cage. Eyes<br />
bloodshot, mind strung out on day-glow,<br />
a bit shaky, I’m vexed by my inmate,<br />
that barkbox tucked inside another box.<br />
Most mornings I drive and fall<br />
asleep at the wheel and dream<br />
revolutionary red, a time when dogs<br />
wear navy blue uniforms buttoned to the neck.<br />
Centered on their cotton caps,<br />
a dog silhouette inside a red star.<br />
Crowds of them paw little red<br />
sickle-shaped books, and they aim<br />
their gazes and guns toward a crescentshaped<br />
statue of Sleep, while others<br />
rock it to and fro until they topple<br />
the damned thing, knocking it<br />
to ground-level, so they can smash it<br />
some more with sledgehammers,<br />
then give the head a good kick,<br />
until the moon and stars, far away,<br />
voiceless and weaponless, roll over,<br />
switch on their lights, pull out dream<br />
journals and start to scribble.<br />
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