The dverse prompt this evening is to throw grammar out of the window. For me, lack of grammar isn’t human, it’s animal speech. This poem (?) is inspired by my new surroundings and the start of five months at least of hunting. I am uneasy hearing guns popping off all day, and I have a dog that was dumped because he was a lousy hunter. Both of us prick our ears and cower when they’re at it.
leaf drip beyond
and branch crackle
Ears hold the pain of is and need to run.
Is hurt and fearful in the trees drip-leafed and wet.
Dogs yelp mouths open teeth-full and fierce.
I dog and I fearful like is.
Come leave go
from this place of crack-branch dog cry and the is in pain and fear.
Come home where the boom boom don’t crack and pain the ears.
Where we can no longer hear the whimper whine of is.
I was is