Raw Poem Post 7
11/7/05 11:54 PM
Untitled Prose Poem 8
A dog can’t smell anything anymore because he put his nose into a boiling river. Never mind how the river came to be so hot. This dog is just about ready to give up hunting for good, when he hears some elephants stampeding. When he goes to investigate, he gives out several barks that mean to say, “Here I come. Don’t be in such a hurry.” He soon realizes that he is back at the river, that it is not elephants stampeding, that the river is tricking him with its throaty gurgle. The dog puts his head into the river to see if perhaps the river has internal organs. Of course, the river, hot as it is, burns out his eyes and ears, but he doesn’t yelp. He is, after all, a dog with so much fortitude he can barely feel pain. The dog visits some doctors who tell him that no, it is not fortitude but massive pain tolerance. The dog has abnormally high endorphins pouring from his brain like a waterfall. The dog, though he has lost three of his senses, is happy until the doctors grab him. “You are the perfect candidate for our mission,” they shout into his ear, “The first dog to be fired into the heart of the sun.” The dog hears none of this. He only feels them petting him, holding him, scratching under his chin. He thinks he has found new, loving owners who have taken pity on him. Finally, he says to himself, I will come home from the wild.
Untitled Prose Poem 8
A dog can’t smell anything anymore because he put his nose into a boiling river. Never mind how the river came to be so hot. This dog is just about ready to give up hunting for good, when he hears some elephants stampeding. When he goes to investigate, he gives out several barks that mean to say, “Here I come. Don’t be in such a hurry.” He soon realizes that he is back at the river, that it is not elephants stampeding, that the river is tricking him with its throaty gurgle. The dog puts his head into the river to see if perhaps the river has internal organs. Of course, the river, hot as it is, burns out his eyes and ears, but he doesn’t yelp. He is, after all, a dog with so much fortitude he can barely feel pain. The dog visits some doctors who tell him that no, it is not fortitude but massive pain tolerance. The dog has abnormally high endorphins pouring from his brain like a waterfall. The dog, though he has lost three of his senses, is happy until the doctors grab him. “You are the perfect candidate for our mission,” they shout into his ear, “The first dog to be fired into the heart of the sun.” The dog hears none of this. He only feels them petting him, holding him, scratching under his chin. He thinks he has found new, loving owners who have taken pity on him. Finally, he says to himself, I will come home from the wild.
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