Dry-bred Smallmouth
of the Obicular Hounds


That civilization sucks
itself, dragged through a toilet,
drank by a dog
that eats cat shit
and licks its own ass:
the mastiff on the arms of the couch
where its jowls rest,
eyes fixed on nothing,
remembers the forearm through the mouth trick.
The ball is the same shade as the sky
fountain, source of light covered.


That this picture burned:
while someone sleeps,
someone else's dog practices
killing in its dreams
satisfied that other people
forget faces just like it does.
Then this picture: the three-legged dog
would not go near the dying dog's last meal.
The ball is the same shade as the sky
fountain, source of light covered.


"Sorrel once bit a man
and almost severed his hand
at the wrist."
She's great with kids,
no risk, a breed with history.
We both have names. Some animals:
they just taste better;
they don't eat other animals;
they're not as gamy as carnivores.
The ball is the same shade as the sky
fountain, source of light covered.



- Andrew Zec