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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Bad Dog

if it can be built, it can move
a few feet to hide on the farm
where bad dogs of carpentry hold
retainers of the disappeared
in a whisper, who shutter to admit
over the shoulder, no one’s there
as incomplete a thought as a flirt with
unreadied forces of folk music
it’s a sound of howard zinn rebelling
free will, this is a new congregation
mixed with offerings from the blood
of the tree that we are supposed to
arrive at this conclusion of acceptance
after a few generations of creditors