Poetry for Strangers: Sled Dog

blades of grass against the skin
a frosted glass of railway gin

its all there the word in the air
penguins mingling and debonair

the novel of the sled dogs heart
quickens like a snowy dart

ophelia met the hangman on the road
his malignancy winnowed

we followed the cult leader into the sea
silken ropes tied together the peasantry

anatole kuragin met his karmic fate
he now wanders the land a half step late

the cold morning light was a clarion call
the worlds unbound before the desolate fall


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