Devil Dog

Had I alone harbored the guilt of her dying
wishing her sicker,
aloud, it would have been
exactly the same—

Had she not been laughing: anyway.

Lunacy through-to her eyes
and nose; Lunacy from chin
through-to each ear; The calumny animal
wailing dusk carpeting brick
outside a light-sampling, yellowish kitch-
enette’s window,

no real threat.