for Hayden Carruth
If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
It doesn't matter.
We did, and he mostly lay in the corner.
As for the extra legs,
One got used to them quickly
And thought of other things.
Like, what a cold, dark night
To be out at the fair.
Then the keeper threw a stick
And the dog went after it
On four legs, the other two flapping behind,
Which made one girl shriek with laughter.
She was drunk and so was the man
Who kept kissing her neck.
The dog got the stick and looked back at us.
And that was the whole show.
Who was sicker? The watcher or the watched? This beautiful evocation says more about that unsaid, than in a seemly journalistic script!
I thought this poem incredibly sad- people are so less than animals at times, absolutely piggish in their behavior. The dog is the king in this scene
Ha ha ha She was drunk and so was the man Who kept kissing her neck. The dog got the stick and looked back at us. And that was the whole show.
Amusing write with wonderful but realistic fun part in it. Dog with 6 legs or some thing like that has always been an attraction in a country fair. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
...a late-comer effect, though as nostalgically painful, from the day, when the first automatical weaving stools were taken into use on April 19,1805? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish I could write so.