president’s day weekend
drinking white
wine
in a wool hat
by the
window
i keep
watching his breath
coming like
little volcanoes
as he hits
a pit bull
with his cane
the pit bull’s mouth
attached
to his german shepherd’s neck
the old dog
kicking and crying
its end
the old man
grunting and shouting
as the pit bull
stands there
as regal as a world leader
calmly collecting death
and waiting
on the spring.
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