Poem-A-Day: Day 231

Dog Commune

Community,
and the sweating blocks
enunciate words
that I’d swear
were shadowed
by the heaving stones
that hang;
tired weights
and championing
daydream nightmares.
Shame on you,
fooled
by once over thoughts
and stained jeans,
wet with the tense mange
that Dog imposes on man
on daily basic fours;
feuding, fuming, foaming
at the mouth,
just thinking
of communists.