Abandoned Bluetick Bitch
Numbed with self-loathing, we abandon the emissaries of grace. Chained to a tree
beside the empty rental she hollowed out a den for herself & her young.
By the time we found her the water they'd left her was a couple of days gone.
When the water was gone she would have slept, not dreaming, letting the pups nurse
her sparse milk & when the smallest died she ate it to keep her strength & cleanse the den,
depriving coy dogs & foxes an expedient scent. It's likely there were two more
before we found her. Ribs covered by a tissue of dry skin, she was nothing-a shadow
on the dirt & was just able to raise her head & take a little water from my hand
before turning to nose her three live pups awake. Reader, it is true, there is
horror everywhere worse than this & cruelty that beggars imagination, but this
is local & particular; these were my neighbors did this, who, without even the excuse
of psychosis, committed this wrong. Who live in this same light & shadow I live in.
Let us kill one another with heedless abandon-we deserve it- but not these poor relations
whose lives are without malice & whose motives are transparent. Let us kill one another.