[Redbook1:172A][19700911:0000][‘[Dog]’][11th
September 1970]
(11.9.70)
‘[Dog]’
‘Oh
[Hunter], do you think he’s run away?’
You never could look after him today
The
way you could tomorrow
Could
you borrow
The
time. We have to pay.
The
dog has gnawed a wormhole in your heart
But
left your head untouched, if touched, apart.
When
the first your father said
“I'll
shoot him dead”
You
felt it with your heart.
The
head thinks -- yes, I'll do what Daddy says.
The
heart takes hold the head, which disobeys.
And
so you stayed, and sighed.
The
dog died.
--------
He
might have lived, and loved, and laughed, his days.
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