Tuesday poem: Dogs

August 7, 2012


Descartes strapped them down alive, and cut.
Pavlov slit their throats and made them swallow.
Better the ignorant man and his pound mutt
who know love, unadorned, and wallow
in its myriad humble wonders.

Who can see a tail waving, without
her heart leaping in metronomic time?
They exist, I know, but my mind doubts
anyone who could question that airy prayer.
Simpler philosophy is sometimes enough,
that endless love with no thought of death,
this wiser being that knows no half, no grey
knows no lies, no second guessing or stealth,
is constantly re-born whole every day
(except for mini-deaths when we go away).

Baptising trees with presents of smell
reading sun in every squirt,
heaven in dirt; only finds hell
when we clever ones impose it
from high-minded above.

Dig deeper dog,
show us joy
in this moment
that’s forever.



P.S. Cottier

Scentimental, I know.

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2 Responses to “Tuesday poem: Dogs”

  1. I think that’s lovely – and if it’s sentimental, well, it’s no sin to be sentimental about dogs!

  2. pscottier said

    Thank you Tim! I thought you liked cats, which are, incidentally, the devil’s spawn.

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