Haibun with Dog Saint
Laika looks up to the sky, a shooting star branded down her snout. She has been trained for this sacrifice. She is ready to die inside the vacuum. She will sit still while her world shakes her to the heavens. She will be brave and only whimper as she starts to starve. Her brown eyes will appear in the punctuation of manifestos, and stained at the bottom of mugs left behind by discussion. Laika, svyatoy progressa, show us the way.
Negro Matapacos looks forward to the enemy, blood tied round his neck. His teeth gleam yellow like fat. He will be brave, and growl while he rips and tears, fur like body armor. He will not whimper when kicked, but go again for the ankles. His black paws will fall with boots, with sneakers and chanclas in a riot, and run with the beats of hand drums and hiphop. Negro Matapacos, santa de la violencia, show us the way.
Guinefort looks down to the child, ribs like a home. She will slay the viper, and bloody her teeth. She will remain brave, wrapped around her charge, while she is slaughtered. She will seem fierce, quiet in death like in life, with her snout resting on long paws. Her grey muzzle will soften the lips of lovers and caretakers, and be rolled in warm blankets and curtained windows. Guinefort, saint de la sécurité, show us the way.
Cerberean saint Triple-Headed revolution Sacrificial hound
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