a short story that Im starting as a poem.

Puppy Love

Puppy Love
The puppy was what ended up condemning him.
Lost on a battlefield shrouded from the view of the public
Sky weeping drops of life
On an earthen mouth of death.
The puppy wailed, mother long lost to the conflict
In whatever fashion: hunter, hunted or bystander
All fall before the scythe of Mars.
The men on the other side of the car started in annoyance
Even out here in bedlam, noise was frustrating
They resolved to send the creator to everlasting silence
Weapons loosely held, they jumped when they saw him
Fleeing for his life past the broken vehicles and bodies finally at rest
Copper jacketed ambassadors sought treatise with his sprinting form
No discussions were held, however
And behind temporary shelter, he looked into its whimpering eyes
Wondering why he had chosen to save it
Rather than grab his gun, which now lay forlorn amidst the feet of his foes.
He looks to the stairs now, and flies up to the top of the building
Lying with his new friend, he looks east for the helicopters
Praying for dawn, stifling the dog's howls at the moon.

Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 20:44

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