8: Dogs of Old

My knowledge of anything is useless when I forget everything

It was how he died
it was how they died
it was how we died

in the woods
in the field
in a building

alone

but no one forgot

not even the new dogs that weren't there when it happened,

The old ones made sure of that.

They made sure dogs like us knew
where we didn't belong
and that we had no where we would.

There was a price for being here,
whether you were here or not.

We were trained wild animals,
forced to bare witness,
feign witness,
betray,
steal,
you name it.

If you were younger,
it was less likely the police really did anything to you.

Maybe rough you up a little,
you know,
"scare" the shit out of you

The officer taking my friend earlier
had taken it's toll
through my incompetent planning,
low self awareness,
and need for instant gratification.

Though, I liked to think of it
because it helps quiet the electricity.

I don't like my new friend

You don't bond in violence,

you bond in safety

my new friendship was formed in violence.

So the cop nearly killed me
when he took my real friend,

the one that cared about me.

The because of that
he also put me in physical danger
when I didn't have it later.

I wish I would have made her take me somewhere Running towards the camper

I can sleep there, but if I want clothes I have to go inside the house since I left my bag in the car ...

Now is the best time.

While everyone watchdogs the property lines frantically searing for the tear in the nights silence

I click, hard, violent, my head jerks to the left

my right knee

hot, steel-pain

The dogs smell blood as the echoed laugh travels endlessly—through the dark sky to the clear stars—bright, small from here.

The universe mocks us...
I fall

for our hope...
I yelp, clicking wildly

"DON'T YOU FUCKIN MOVE."

I try to stand

"You fuckin sit your ass down boy."

I fail

"I SAID SIT!"

I hate men
especially him ...

Kneel

He takes my useless new friend from me

I am entitled nothing,
even when I don't want it

frustration,
wet eyes,
and pain only echoes
as I plead to the stars for relief

Their silence is everything.