I am the dog whisperer!

I am treason I am subterfuge
I am carnality in a hot dog sausage
abandon hope ye dogs of war
lay your weapons on the floor

I am the dog whisperer
I speak of honest toil and sweat
upon the brow, the calloused hands
the arms in sun are glistening

I am the undertaker’s boy in black
I dig graves, wash the bodies
of the dead with spirit and with care
avert my eyes from all corruption

I am the major’s son deserted
I polish the gun that hangs
upon the wall so royal blue
a partizan, a lieutenant’s skivvy

I am the miller’s lad
who turns the wheel of fortune
who grinds the grain of virtue
who drinks the shame

I am beelzebub’s brother
I have no mother only pain
to share with others, abject 
despair, cauterised confusion

I am the day beyond tomorrow
the cygnet of the Swan
to rise high above your trouble
to build bridges of regrets

I am the dog whisperer
who cannot see but hear you
your high-pitched pain
sense you in the quietness

©edenbraytoday13.12.2021