JD DeHart writes

Turning on Each Other

I remember my father’s

hands reaching between snapping

snouts of fighting dogs

and spreading them apart

and I remember the thin

stream of blood spread across

the hairy thatch of his hand

I have seen the snap

and bite and growl of people

and noticed how they treat

their perceived territory

at least the creature

is more honest in its delivery. 

 

  

Dog Fight -- Phil Musen