Looking at gathered chicken bones
a manmade beaver dam on a plate takes me
back to my mutt Lady shepherd mixed with
another soup in doggy DNA How apropos
even for humans She would devour these bones
mixed with her crunchy dog dinner I scrape
the scraps into the garbage thinking I eat chicken
when dogs today eat shrimp filet mignon rice
and vegetables not table scraps How heavy that
word “change” Were we lucky no bones ever
got stuck in her throat? Or did evolution change
the way dogs take things in with all this hybrid-
mixing? Were my parents lucky as well no bones
of catfish of buffalo got stuck in my throat?
What are the wolf the coyote the wild dog and stray
doing incorrectly when eating boney things?
I place greasy plate under hot sink water wash
away residue of centrical thoughts When a boy
we took in hairy wet strays As a man the streets
are strayless The bones in garbage singing
Photo by catd_mitchell
