18/5/09

Why dogs stopped flying

Before humans,
dogs flew everywhere.
Their wings of silky fur
wrapped hollow bones.
Their tails wagged
like rudders through wind,
their stomachs bare
to the sullen earth.
Out of sorrow
for the first humans--
stumbling, crawling,
helpless and cold--
dogs folded their
great wings into paws
soft enough to walk
beside us forever.
They still weep for us,
pity our small noses,
our unfortunate eyes,
our dull teeth.
They lick our faces clean,
keep us warm at night.
Sometimes they remember flying
and bite our ugly hand.

Ken Brewer

5 comentarios:

® Danila dijo...

que lindoooo! y eso que mi ingles esta oxidado, eh!

beso enorme.

Idealista Irredimible dijo...

Casi como si fueran ángeles...

Saludos.

Ushka dijo...

To remind us that loyalty is not submission, but willingly adapting your wings to walk beside the ones you choose.

Margot dijo...

Já! Está bueno!

Flor dijo...

Dani: viste, el tema además te toca de cerca.

Idealista: ángeles o pequeños diablitos. Panchito es medio diablito.

D: :) Me encantó. Al final sos una poeta y no lo sabías. ¿Y adiviná quién fue la persona que me dio a leer este poema?

Margot: Así es.