Idea Of Life
The idea of life to a dog
Does not exist.
There is no concept of death,
Nor is life warm and wet and hiding behind a red curtain.
Life isn't a thing to be discussed over drinks,
It is their faith.
And not the object of faith
But the tasteless ether itself.
It is their quintessence --
Their fifth element:
Food friendship water warmth life.
How Long Gone
So there stood I looking over a broad lawn at the darkened woods.
How long gone had I been?
How long?
Long enough that what had been new was too old to discuss.
Not long enough that what was fresh was worth bothering with.
This place was once the whole world,
But now was as foreign and small as a prison yard.
Within my gut the monster Indifference took hold,
From without blackness crept under my clothes, pushing hard.
The screen door creaked,
And behind it the silence of my youth.
I felt his eyes rest weary on my body,
Tainting my will with the apathy of age.
Though can I blame him for his silence?
For his shoes, old and scuffed?
For his disheveled hair?
For his occassional vice?
Can I blame him for his love?
For his sacrifice?
For the two feet he lost in stature as I grew from boy to man?
Can I blame his for being me thirty years from where I stand?
So there he stood looking over a broad threshold at a darkened son.
How long gone had she been?
How long?
Long enough that her last days were a fading memory.
Not long enough that what was left was worth bothering with.
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Submission Name: Idea Of Life & How Long Gone
