Dog Country

Artwork Kaitlyn Davidson

Dog Country Words Jacob Horrocks Illustration Nikki Sztolc

It is an ugly way to share a street As the perpetual sun he ordered Leaves the golden light roasting on her seat— To move would make her life seem disordered.

They should make their ministry of such men Who bargain their sweetness for a greatness And abandon their boys when they are men, Then blame their absence on there being lateness.

For she loved to crash cars where it would show And part her hair down the middle with blood, Which exiled her cheeks from the whole rainbow— She is left with tans and soft-whites that bud

Along the cottage lane where she will stay In a car crash fixed to a lighted post, Installed right by the end to their driveway— Its colour reflects how she burnt his toast.

John had mashed her face for striking his back, Keeping their routine to destroy her day, And would leave some sweetness in their racetrack By dying, slowly, somewhere on his way.

Elizabeth Martha Brown was married Twice but it never would stick, and therefore She was hanged last for being so unmarried, Her John being axed forty-five days before—

And to undermine her hooded domain, Martha sees an engine powered machine That bounces along a nice country lane That if she could, she would crash on routine.