A Poem For Alderman Curry
alderman curry
collected closet doorknobs
lived reclusively with poco,
his faithful afghan
one clear evening,
he told poco to stay
and that he loved him
poco's senses caused him
to whine confusingly
alderman curry went into
the woods, took a rope hidden
in a hollow tree, said his last words,
'NOW I AM FREE TO BE'
at 5:15 the next morning,
alderman curry's hung,
lifeless, and limp body
was discovered by a worried poco
the faithful afghan did not
cry out an emergency yelp
for help, he just let his best friend
and master be.....his secret loyally safe
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2023
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