I look from my warmest grave

Seeing my face inscribed on a copper coin;

'captured my worst big head, I see'�

the flip side reveals the national symbol of

my puny life:

a dog---lazy and fine

kept as a plate in the hands of my

homeless fathers;

boys to canines for sure

rib laden and mangy.

Ridiculing a steady ant---

Smiling intermingled with barking

Growling intermingled with snorting'�

Flea bitten and pure like nothing is

Worth licking

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