Thursday, July 23, 2009

death-row dog

If I knew you were alright,
I could sit still. I could breathe,
write poems, sing
a silly song about a bullfrog,
scrub my girl‘s grimy feet
and whip up
a fine batch of supper:
whole-wheat crust
black-peppery sauce
and fistfuls of vegetables,
ripe from the garden.

Instead, I spent the day
worrying about you,
death-row dog;
composing letters,
making calls,
and contemplating
the absurdity of the thing.

Thankfully,
the children
have forgiven me completely.

14 comments:

RachelW said...

Not much of a poem, I know. This issue is swallowing everything up right now.

Meandering Michael said...

Yeah, it doesn't sound right (the situation, I mean). Let's hope this story has a happy ending.

Faith said...

I wish there was something I could do to help. The poem is perfect. I know what you mean -- I used to work at the animal shelter here and it was all consuming sometimes. I don't pray well, but I will pray for your death row dog.

Julie said...

I'm so sorry, Rachel! This is horrible. It sounds like the person who adopted Trevor was very irresponsible, as was the brother. They should not kill Trevor for being a victim of circumstance! Maybe a trainer or someone experienced with abused animals can help? I agree with Faith. The poem is perfect.

Karen said...

Poor Trevor. Animals are such victims of the abuse we humans are so free to give. I'm hopeful this one will have a happy end.

Poetikat said...

I understand, completely. I went on a bit of a crusade for AK, the Ontario dog whose owner cut off his ears a few years back. I could happily round up cruel animal owners and (Oh! don't let me go there!)

Kat

Poetikat said...

Btw, it's still a very good poem.

Kat

namingconstellations said...

:(

I don't know the whole story, but hopefully everything works out okay...

Michelle Johnson said...

What a nice tribute to Trevor. I read another disturbing story of a dog who had been baited by a large fishing hook and used as bait for shark fishing. It's one picture I won't be able to ever forget. Here's the link if you're interested in reading the whole story. Have a great day.

Rikkij said...

Rach-the care you're showing in your heart is all th poetry we need. Don't beat yerself up too bad. ~rick

Woman in a Window said...

Kids are good that way. And all the better for it.

Mike said...

Human beings kill millions of dogs each year in North America alone (that we know of).

Our attitude towards those whom are not human will be our downfall!

*Love & Light* to all those victims

Beautiful poem, Beautiful ;)

holly said...

This has so much impact, with the juxtaposition of the home life needs and the needs of the poor dog. So sad, so real.

nollyposh said...

Children and dogs
...so alike X:-)