Renae Tobias
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

O how you love that rabid dog:
Tie him to a tree and pray for a cure.
Weep into fetal limbs as he mourns in the night.
Cage him when he is too dangerous to touch,
And breaks your heart to lay eyes upon.
But you do; you owe it to him to lock eyes.
As you reach out with a trembling hand
And do what you should have done from the start:
End both your suffering with steel, smoke and lead.

    Renae Tobias

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    A poet’s ramblings & a writer’s pipe-dreams; this is what my world is made of.