Where the Others Go

Afraid to go where the others go,
too many truths
lie on the wild beast’s tongue

Weighed down by God
and a dove’s wing sadness,
1000 butterflied pinned behind
pressed glass

A still warm dog in a death throes blanket
awaits to be lifted from
the garage floor
afraid to go where the others go

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