belly of a dog
Knotbrook Taylor
here I am in the belly of a dog
along side the raw meat
and shards of bone
spitting out hairs
decomposing
while I'm moved
along his gut
waiting to be smeared
on the shoe of the world
tight
becoming
sleek – stinking – acidic – pernicious
here I am in the belly of a dog
I fed him good
the recommended diet
but it wasn't enough
he craved real meat
ate me whole
seemed easier not to fight
his teeth tore my arm
otherwise I'm fine
here I am in the belly of a dog
its only a scratch
I forgive him his nature
didn't train him very well
spared the whip
stroked him away
he sniffed my weakness
here I am in the belly of a dog
if I listen very hard
I can hear panting
and the internal doings
of the shit machine
as it begins to work
Published in Storm Issue 1, 2001
(Koo Press)
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