Poemdog

Dogs 2015

IMPOSTERS
(12/18/15)


it's
the blood

bleeding
gives us away
every time

we are not
gods

only petty
pretend potentates
with no real
sovereignty

but how
we preen

how we
strut

how we
gaze about
with knowing
glances

then
we bleed

what
a mess

we become
embarrassed
at our
mortality

at our
weakness

we rule
nothing

not even
our bodies
obey

we exile
ourselves
to solitude

the only
kingdom
where we assume
some minor
authority

during our
very brief
hemorrhagic
reigns