Dogs 2012

POOP PUPPETS
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I see
them there

jerking
on their
strings

the campaigners
the complainers

the knowers
the lowers

the riches
the bitches

beyond
their noise
they all
look similar
to me

acting upon
the very same
stage

rolling
in the very
same shit

each
coming up
with handfuls
of defecation
but defining
the stench
in different terms

"look
what I've
done!"

"look
what happened
to me!"

I still see
the theater
somewhat
as I top
this distant hill
but the players
and their odors
are lost
in that central
receding mound
of disgust

down
the other side
I descend
to an uncomplicated
desert

where
the only
aroma known
is the clean
smell
of death