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Dogs 2018

PUNCHING A DEAD PIGEON
(7/12/18)

I had
a reason
for hitting
the bird

I wanted
someone
to be convinced
that I had
killed it

the feathered
corpse
seemed to be
just napping
otherwise

so I began
to swing
my fist
at the remains

but my
dreaming punches
were ineffectual

I seemed
to lose
all power
at point
of contact

they would
never
believe me

I couldn't
even loosen
one feather

I awoke
feeling
drugged

defeated

more tired
than I had felt
going to bed
six hours
earlier

I don't
know
what the vision
meant

other
than I am
not
a killer

not
a tough
guy

but seem
more than
willing
to lie