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Dogs 2017

CIVIL OBEDIENCE
(5/6/17)

there's
a comfort
in floating through
the middle strata
of society

self supporting

yet
harboring
no hope
of riches

none even
of being
well off

no longer
a criminal

never
a saint

not
in love

but on
speaking terms
with past
lovers

too old
to threaten
the young

young enough
to still run
past
the elderly

envied
by none

hardly
noticed
at all

a mist
in the mechanism

calmly adrift
through the heavy
metallic meshing
of progress

untouched
by trauma

totally
oblivious
when the
final

blade

drops



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