two welps for Jacob

i wished to tell you about him years ago, but there hadn’t been time

i wanted to reopen his wounds, but was it right to do it by rhyme?

what i’ll say from the start is this. The welps who he kept weren’t enough.

you could argue the medicine of their licks and warm fluff, but still.

What the heart loves, it loves. There is no negotiating in certain matters.

And his was the need back for the girl who’d always licked his finished platters.

Sure they looked a bit like her. But that’s the worst part, they weren’t her.

A pup is a pup is a pup, you say. Well that just proves you know nothing about winter.

Winter is the time where your heart bleeds and freezes. Winter could kill pups, merely for off sneezes.

His arms were thick, his work was long, his days were the size of four moons.

and all he could do was look at her collar and stare at her peanut-butter spoons.

He’d seen it all happen, the day that taxi came, speeding down the street which he knew.

It’d thrown on no brakes, driver no time for love, only bills to buy cigars and steaks.

And he’d seen his girl die, that wild look in her eye. Had she done something wrong was her wonder?

And he with not time, to race back and explain that the whole thing was some moron’s dumb blunder.

And so she had left it, with too little blood, this world with just a few little perks.

And now all was left were these two little welps, who for the moment were whiny wee jerks.

But he held them no less, and he licked them their egg grease, and he willed that they survive another day

But rare did he caress, or treat them with sweet ease, like their “bitch” who he’d raised from a stray.

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