Dogcatcher

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(howls of rage at moon’s reflective

glare)

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(a dogcatcher swathed in velvet and

silver)

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(whore in white starch knifes whore

in stilettoes; )

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(she’s buried somewhere near the

edge of page 11. an 8 lined

paragraph.)

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(just the ones in the streets who are self-

aware; the rest all think the game brings

them theirs.)(someday.)

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(the dogs lap at poisoned meat in the alley,

the crustaceans yearn to crawl back to

the sea.)

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(dogcatcher licks hisher lips in anticipation

clutching a blinding veil a snare)

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(or even if they are, the populus too

ensnared can’t remember how to see

it. )

NOT ALL WHORES ARE SACRED ANYMORE

(Dogcatcher-saboteur to memories of this

way)

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2 thoughts on “Dogcatcher

  1. I wanted to congratulate you on this one… The leit motiv which reappears in all the stanzas is powerful… Also I ‘d like to highlight these verses because I think they speak for themselves: “the dogs lap at poisoned meat in the alley, the crustaceans yearn to crawl back to the sea”
    Thanks for sharing. Best wishes to you, Aquileana ⭐

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