I am the dog whisperer!

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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

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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

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I am the miller’s lad

who turns the wheel of fortune

who grinds the grain of virtue

who drinks the shame

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I am beelzebub’s brother

I have no mother only pain

to share with others, abject

despair, cauterised confusion

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I am the day beyond tomorrow

the cygnet of the Swan

to rise high above your trouble

to build bridges of regrets

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I am the dog whisperer

who cannot see but hear you

your high-pitched pain

I sense you in the quietness