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The
Tale of the Queen of Endor
by Clayton Beach
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Sick,
lost puppy trapped in the full grown body
of a dog gone mad.
You chew at fleas, lick the hotspots.
Fitful sleep, you chase things in dreams
that you can never catch,
bark at intruders who aren’t there.
Sick, lost puppy trapped in the full grown body
of a dog gone mad.
No one sees your scars
just under the short hair.
Your eyes glow yellow,
you snarl at every hand.
The steel toe of big black boots a distant memory
that plays just below the surface.
Sick, lost puppy trapped in the full grown body
of a dog gone mad.
You chew and lick and bark and
sleep and shit on people’s lawns.
Sick, lost puppy.
Seething, yellow-eyed, chewing, licking, barking,
sleeping, shitting,
angry dog gone mad.
Even if we want to love you
we can’t
because mad dogs bite.
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