Joan Dobbie

One day it died
& then the next day it died again
On the days that it didn’t die
Those were the days left for mourning
But there wasn't much time left for mourning
There was always a new death
After a while the baby started dying as well
It became a daily occurrence
Dog death and baby death
Then came the leaving of lovers
They came just to leave
They left you and then the next day
They left you again
The baby was thrown in the garbage can
The dog was buried with great fanfare
The lover was welcomed & welcomed again
It was a kind of daily rape
It was a kind of daily hell
I don't know what you did to deserve it
But you must have done something exquisite
It was always the same dog
It was always the same lover
It was always the same baby
You can abort it again & again & again
But the baby comes back
It is always the same baby
The soul, so they say, never dies
Jd
Copyright 1999