Up the gully past the end of a dead end road
in my mind a hound goes on alone in hills
like sounding boards, resolute and compelled
to tell what he knows is true. Who strains
to hear his muffled oath is no concern to him.
Though a little wind will carry his voice away
a little while, he will stay nose-to-ground
and sounding from inside the deep tangle
consensus has become. I went out
once with a huntsman’s horn to warn him off
and call. I learned he will not come to me, bleeding
and happy to be carried home. Bitch or dog,
the dogged can’t resist corrupting musk. A whiff
informs the DNA, inflames the nose; the voice
explodes, an acoustic rainbow in sodden hills.
There is no spent fuel pool. The kid in the boat,
framed. I squint into a slurring wind. I hear
the soft scrape of running paws in rotting leaves
and know this running in my bones. It’s in the blood.
Your newsletter made me feel patriotic tonight and I really liked the song about the War of 1812. So, here are 2 songs from our Pres’ Campaign.
“Donald Trump (Unofficial Campaign Song): The Ballad of Donnie T”
By Uncle Sam & The Patriots
“ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?! Make America Great Again – Republican National Convention” July 21, 2016
And to prove I’m an Equal Opportunity Poster – here are 2 songs about Obama.
“Johnny Cash Sings the Obama Blues”
“The Devil Went Down To Washington”
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