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Dogs 2021

Die A Little
(8/13/2021)


Brother Bollocks
watches
his life
pass

crawling

dashing

grinding
through the minutes
like a murderer

calendar corpses
littered amongst
memories

still
he is not sure
what he should be
doing about
his diminishing
days

but he feels
as if something
is left
undone

the thought
nags
at the back
of his brain

he thinks
of options

so many
options

biological

social

intellectual

spiritual

toward which
to direct
his dying
efforts

but sunrises

sunsets

tick away
the time
all too quickly

Brother Bollocks
had always assumed
that God
would point him
to a purpose

but he
has waited
for over
six decades
for some hint
of a vocation

some concrete
clue

receiving
only
silence

mixed
messages

to thwart
any hopes
of inspiration

so he
sits

quite
confused
in the
quiet

wondering
if his heartbeat
is the only
answer