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God's Dog by Robert Allen




My fingers are curling

like the the legs

of a dog's.

(tell no one)

Daily offered bitter meat from a

dangerous God.

(keep it close tell no one)

I am God's dog,

lying in the sun,

Domestic.

Tearing small holes in the earth with my claws.

(and everyone knows)


Robert Allen lives and loves in northern California, where he writes poems, takes long walks, and looks at birds.

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