This poem is taken from PN Review 162, Volume 31 Number 4, March - April 2005.
Two PoemsComparison of a Black Labrador with a Sikka Deer Skull
Nose to nose -
indeed, they both seem almost all nose -
those quill curl passageways
wondering back to a plump brain-place;
I shuggled the deer skull
by its sugar-cone tines and he startled
as if those slack teeth could still function.
That week I walked the dog, I thought
he is like the nightmare baby in the attic
that you have forgotten to feed
but he forgives you
in a clumsy pirouette of himself
when you fetch his lead
he has no problem in being too literal,
literal is all he is
meandering the line between skull plates
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