Fido

No, I'm not expecting a blinding light
To change my life one morning as I
Make the short drive into work. The
Void she left, the one she filled, the
Opposite of Paul's fierce beam, will
Stay the locus of my being. Played
Out piece of DNA, I've passed along
My genes. I've kept my children
And myself alive. They are not
Children anymore, and I've no
Reason to keep living. Feeling ever
More a member of the planet's
Parasites, the gray-faced dog that
Sleeps all day, the ancient oak with
One live limb, I move among those
With more merit, sucking up their
Food and air, and doing so
Ungratefully. I wouldn't mind a
Flash of light, but, should you see
Her sometime soon, make clear to
Her that her old dog, who dozes
On the sunny floor, is no worse off
Than he had been. He's more or
Less all right.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-08 at 14:42

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