The dog and the master

 The dog and the master

Today morning is the news

Of he who always had tread

With great clout these avenues

But now lies quite dead-

A master no doubt who

-I hear- got torn into bits

Like trespassers often do

-torn for food like rabbits -

 by his own dog!

 

Was it rabid?

With a rage so outrageous!

Its bites deeply sunk and vicious!

A dismemberment so complete

Yet none done for the dog to eat!

Certainly, Seeing the way it is,

You couldn't say it had rabies.

 

Unbelievable this

To fall prey in such a way

Unknowing of who betray

Until the beast makes a wasteful feast

You lie dying praying to your Christ

To forgive they who know not what they do.

But they do!

They bite and gnaw

Clearly in the know

That they should've done so

Way, way back -

 

Before you built the walls,

The prison that made you guard over

All that is not yours...

  

That evening of the master's coming

Hard and chilly, stark and windy

In the home of the re-known

In the garage in the compound large

Abandoned its habit-

This dog did not sit. 

It pawed the gate's wrought iron

Scratched the wall- its jailer

That immovable perimeter

The immediate yet the horizon

Growling, baring teeth in snarls

This dog bayed in a home

On the evening of the master's coming.