Dead Mutt Lacquer Poem

The first mutt landed in a roadside runoff.
The second one ended up molding
with a lacquer like a catcher’s mitt
in an abandoned house with a full pantry.

They had collars but no addresses,
and there’s no verification of dogs
attaching things to their own necks
as either totems or displays of dominance.

If you give anonymous coyotes names,
people say they’ll keep your stuff safe,
but don’t try this approach on other species:
the coyotes find out and tell meth-heads
where you keep your chainsaws and jet skis.
In a way, you deserve it for asking for too much.

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