Best friends
by Glenn Lyvers


Dogs don’t live to be twelve on the savanna.

Nobody says it, that there is cruelty
in the unnatural way dogs are kept
beyond their expiration dates—

living to twelve
in thousands of living rooms,
half-lives, barking at remembered things,

eating budget kibble from pie pans
while their humans hope
they live at least

another year.






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