“SOLD-OUT ANIMAL” by Bhakta Chris
The leash isn’t long enough
My neck snaps back as I dash ahead
Pretty girls, Ferrari zooms by, big big football game
Some friends whom are okay and only a little harmless
I bark and snap and roll in the waste of my instincts
Guttural sounds, the shape of things to come
Choking, drooling, can’t breathe for a minute
Vice around my neck
The vinegar is dripping on my tongue
This is mercy, this is mercy, over and over again
Life after death a sold-out animal
To escape this mutt’s body
I must give my free will
Used to be sold-out to what is beyond the backyard fence
Now I’m sold-out to His razor-sharp fingernails
The leash will become Their embrace
When I bark nothing but the Holy Name
Ed - once this drops off the front page into the archives, your reference to where your comment is will become too obscure, so I am copying the comment directly here:
“Bhakta Chris… nice poem… powerful and raw. I like it. It should be, however, “some friends ‘who’ are OK”. It is nominative case, not objective. Keep writing…”