the truth of the matter
i had dogs my father shot
them all over and over a span
of years one by one from when
i was four until i was eight
teen. they're being
was offensive to him they ate
his chickens his rabbits his dig
nity he didn't ask them ever
to stop and they probably would
have with a little pat
on the brow a little beef
bone held in his open oh
what they both could have
learned from one another
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