Paranaque

there is an old dog
white and stinking
its chains are made of silver
its ribs protrude from the side of its belly
it has a house with a red tin roof

its head touches it when it sits
upon a cemented floor
its master is an unmarried man
who is always away on vacation
this dog does not need milk or bread
or bone

it is dead
a long time ago

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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