Dogs 2015

SUCKING WIND
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immediately
after birth

just
before death

during
fright

flight

fight

working
playing
lifting
fucking
running
climbing

we breathe
as if
there is not
enough oxygen
in the atmosphere
to sustain
us

we are most
alive
when our lungs
can't quite seem
to get enough
air

yet mostly
we sit

we recline

dying a little
with each
slow heartbeat

thinking
that we are
really living

lying
to ourselves

we need
to be
in the jungle
at least
a little
every day

to hunt

to be hunted

to know
what it means
to tap
into that
primeval energy
of our species

to know
that we need
no god
to save us

no heaven

no hell

just
one more
massive breath
before
we exhale
our last