Death Stayed Poem By Terese Svoboda

Death Stayed Poem By Terese Svoboda

It feels like creation,
walking in on dogs,
in their caged life and,
pointing, that spark,
ordained, “God
and man joined as animals,”
when we pick. Clouds
roll up and down the lot,
enchantment really,
as the dog jumps at my wrist
to kiss or tear. You open up
and tell me what it feels,
the third that makes the drama,
the queer addition
animals offer, our motion
of picking life off a seesaw
up now above the clouds,
the car climbing home,
our corporal selves
writ again
with death stayed in a dog.

Death Stayed Poem By Terese Svoboda

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