Yellow-Eyed Albatross
Along the alleys of my old village
a squalid dog followed me
flee-bitten, rabbit-faced
Give me some leavings, he whined
just a bit of left-over heart
I am starving to death.
I was coming from the poultry shop
so I gave him some chicken giblets.
He said, Now you are mine
since I ate your heart
and he always, always follows me
ill-fated me!
Copyright © Fulvia Lupulo | Year Posted 2010
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