The Surfeit

A poem, by me :)

Louis

The Surfeit

There’s a family of skunks in the springtime yard,
And the dogs are killing them off one by one.

The smell lingers around the house,
A smell that my cousin likes—or purports to like.
Gasoline, ice cold bottle of Heineken,
Weed when you’re not the one smoking it.

A little black and tan dog tried to eat a skunk,
What?—20 years ago now?
She almost succeeded, almost
Got what she thought she wanted
And then some
Tomato baths,
Cold dark laundry room at night.

Last week a big white and orange dog
With big human eyes got it straight in the face.
Killed the skunk after,
And another one died today.

The smell lingers, and a little girl is worried
About a dog in a cold dark laundry room.

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