love is [2011]

love is an old dead dog

buried in the corner of someone's backyard

a vague shape along the street

in the pensioner's fog

was it a he or she maybe neither

shame it had to be put down

for biting that kid

or going mad with rabies

or so they could go on vacation

and would not have to care

if the bones are dug up in eleven,

a hundred, three thousand twelve years

there will be no loyal friend

no companion

nothing wanting to be fed or scratched

only an old dead dog

that's all love really is

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