Dead Dog

Dead dog, may his foam eyes roll

Under the halos of one thousand suns

Dawned upon the terrestrial bowl

With moonlight, may his eyes be sunk

Via the consequence of a day

Education transit driving ‘way

And Hailey’s tears upon the shores of flesh

Dead dog, may his tongue sing

It fallen loose upon the maggot earth

Pores to be gone fall the spring

Voice consumed upon an alien birth

But sing of breaths forgotten

Of dumb words never taken

And of Hailey’s fears at the scores of death

The End

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