Dogs 2006

BIRTHDAY
(12/5/06)


we are
delivered into
waiting hands
packaged
in our mother's
muck

a parcel
of questionable
luck

the earth
neither stops
its daily spin
nor takes any
particular notice
of our arrival

we are just
one
in the multitude
of similar
occurrences

our witnesses
will step back
perhaps smiling
a bit
before continuing
upon
their appointed
rounds

that slight
local hiccup
the only
significant marking
of our emergence

we are left
alone
with those
claiming connection
and they look upon us
with amazement
truly wondering
what we will
become
of the new
arrival

we concern
ourselves
with only
eating
sleeping
and excreting

we are
as pure
as we will
ever be

unfortunately
our families
and society
have bigger plans
for us