Molly dog
She was laying on the interstate, the left-outer lane
her little greyhound body had almost made it
Second nature now for me to stop
Animals seen as children, shape shifting medicine women
where God hides out inside their soft eyes.
They can't be left In the highway
Pulling Her aged orange collar
dragging her quietly from the engine loud indifference
of intruders into Her sweet life
Breaths as She gazes secretly into soul
Asking shyly, what do you know of these things?
Confessed between tears
it is an evolution of hominids
with opposable thumbs and sleeping blood lust
that run over things
then rush away
And there it is
the Whole
skin ripped, muscle gone, ribs searching innocently at the sky
seen within my grief Molly’s red -bleeding
ferocious whipping heart
how do close the gap to slip my hand gently into her body
cupping it to silence
ending the suffering, not of pain
but of human blindness
Why doesn't anyone stop to help?
surely they can see this silvered haired women and a dying pup
Sorry, sorry...so sorry friend girl
Angels are here
as she listens to our whispers, promises made to find Her people
Kissing her snout we wait upon her last breath
the trees call and say they will keep guard
until her beloved is found
who now weeps with me on
the other line made with opposable thumbs
Together we share a sudden deep grief
strangers holding sorrow
jumping from flaming towers
for her sweet Molly dog
the circle now complete
She was laying on the interstate, the left-outer lane
her little greyhound body had almost made it
Second nature now for me to stop
Animals seen as children, shape shifting medicine women
where God hides out inside their soft eyes.
They can't be left In the highway
Pulling Her aged orange collar
dragging her quietly from the engine loud indifference
of intruders into Her sweet life
Breaths as She gazes secretly into soul
Asking shyly, what do you know of these things?
Confessed between tears
it is an evolution of hominids
with opposable thumbs and sleeping blood lust
that run over things
then rush away
And there it is
the Whole
skin ripped, muscle gone, ribs searching innocently at the sky
seen within my grief Molly’s red -bleeding
ferocious whipping heart
how do close the gap to slip my hand gently into her body
cupping it to silence
ending the suffering, not of pain
but of human blindness
Why doesn't anyone stop to help?
surely they can see this silvered haired women and a dying pup
Sorry, sorry...so sorry friend girl
Angels are here
as she listens to our whispers, promises made to find Her people
Kissing her snout we wait upon her last breath
the trees call and say they will keep guard
until her beloved is found
who now weeps with me on
the other line made with opposable thumbs
Together we share a sudden deep grief
strangers holding sorrow
jumping from flaming towers
for her sweet Molly dog
the circle now complete
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ReplyDeletewow what an effect your "Molly Dog" had on me. I cried knowing just how frustrating it is to try to save a life to no avail. Noticing how many just keep on driving by ,too absorbed by their own life events to interrupt their time for another creatures needs. Thank you for trying to help that girl, for caring so much. Dog bless you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Willie. I cry too when I see this poem in my journal. I came home covered in blood that day and just weeping hysterically. I was so grateful to have found Molly's owner who was frantically looking for her. She had called Asheville Police Dept and I had as well, interestingly enough at the same time. Molly was 11 years old and this was the first time she escaped from their fenced yard to cross this insane piece of interstate at the Tunnel Road cut. My vet told me one time that he felt animals choose their death and that was dependent on what karma they need to clear up. I disagreed with him but he had seen more animal death then me. I thought of this with Molly. Maybe she just wanted to go.
ReplyDeleteIt is always frustrating, sad, no words sometimes about our inhumanity. I read about the prisoners in Honduras last night and looked at the comments on MSNBC. One man said, "No sweat off my back, I celebrate when other "nationals" die. He had no feeling at all that these poor men, some boys, who burned to death in their cells. Thank you for the blessing.