Escolar Documentos
Profissional Documentos
Cultura Documentos
by E. J. Ward
SALLY
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The sweet flower face of a victim
Delicate, wide-eyed and responsive
Reciprocating gentleness and fun.
ALBERT
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Albert
hates
me to
go out
cleaning;
He won’t be seen with me, lags fifty yards behind.
“For God’s sake it’s only a stop-gap” I say,
“A temporary measure to deal with the cash-flow problem
“After all these months of creativity and self-expression.”
“You are embarrassing” he says, “I’m not coming”
And turns his head away.
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“You say that, but you always do.”
And so he does. He sits by the gate when I go in.
The house is spotless.
It is the cleanest house I have ever seen.
She does not wish me to think she has a dirty house,
So she cleans it before I arrive.
I flourish a spray-can to prove that I’ve been,
Water some plants, rearrange some teddy-bears,
Iron some shirts and buff up some sparkling taps.
After a little while I start to sing.
Albert runs in front of me all the way home.
“There you are, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
But he has gone on ahead pretending he doesn’t know me.
2.
You get close to a dog in a caravan, it’s a confined space.
You get to know his little ways.
He snores like a human for one thing, and dreams that he’s swimming,
Or galloping, or running after a bus, or chasing women.
Sometimes he gets up in the middle of the night and sits framed in the
doorway looking up at the stars.
I don’t know what he’s doing, maybe he’s thinking?
Maybe he’s trying to clear his head?
Anyway after a while he gives it up and goes back to bed.
And then there was that terrible time O-my-God of his little operation.
It should never have happened; it was born of desperation.
He’d got into the bad habit of the long weekend,
Coming back on Tuesday mornings tied to a piece of string with a perspiring
policeman on the end.
But what’s really disturbing about the outcome in fact is his
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Sexual malpractices.
Because when he meets another dog and they do the usual
do-se-do and have a tinkle
They lick his winkle.
At which the voices of the owners go up an octave and they get quite shirty:
“Come here at once Charles! Bad dog! Don’t do that, it’s dirty!”
For it seems that the shock may have pushed Albert the other way
And turned him gay.
What worries me most is that he will end up behind bars.
Maybe that’s what he’s thinking about when he sits framed in the doorway
at night looking up at the stars
HEOLE
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I am told you have been thirsting for news of me.
(This is not my fault as you may imagine)
And it is suggested I write to you about myself –
“What I did in the holidays” or some such stuff.
I point out that I have not had a holiday since we came here,
So she says “Alright then, whatever interests you.”
I cannot think of a polite way of describing what interests me
So she says “How about your new basket?”
Well a good thing about my new basket is she can’t get into it.
(She regularly took my place on the daybed in the summer).
And another good thing is that it has a fur rug of sorts,
Though not THE RUG! (More of that later.)
And I can lie this way with my head on my paws watching her,
Or I can lie this way pretending to be asleep.
Then she says I’m spying on her
And goes inside drawing the curtains.
Exhausted, I put an old cover on the sofa and went back to bed,
Leaving you in possession.
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Unwise.
You had invaded enemy territory and spent the next half hour
Huffing and panting and treading the sofa into submission.
At last I hauled you into the bathroom and shut the door on you.
Unwise.
The bathroom is below my bed. You banged about with your elbows
And heaved yourself against the bath with a crash.
But soon the sopping Gulf Stream will creep up the coast,
Drenching the woods with autumn mists
And soaking your old bones.
And we must face the problem once again.
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The ancient law of dogs and men will re-assert itself
As gratefully, humbly and submissively
You lie down on the rug
Delighted to find it has been folded in half
Giving it twice the thickness
Twice the warmth for your old bones.
TOBY
DINNER TIME
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Old Lady: If you were really hungry you would eat that.
Me: What is it?
O.L.: Dog biscuits.
Me: (outraged) WHAT?
O.L.: It’s dog biscuits.
Me: (speechless) Who do you think I am?
O.L.: You’re a dog.
Me: Oh yes very funny. Don’t play games with me Old Lady . .
O.L.: Dog biscuits are designed for dogs, giving them all the vitamins and
nutritional values they need to keep them in perfect health with a glossy
coat and abundant energy . . .
Me: But. . . you haven’t DONE anything to them –
O.L.: Are you not in perfect health with a glossy coat and abundant energy?
Me: (suspicious) You’re not going to keep this up are you?
O.L.: I don’t know what you mean . . .
Me: You don’t love me anymore.
O.L: How can you SAY that?
Me: You treat me like a dog . . .
O.L.: That’s a DISGRACEFUL thing to say . . .
Me: You don’t care that I am starved for want of affection . . .
O.L.: That’s NOT TRUE!
Me: Nobody cares about me. No-one bothers to feed me properly
O.L.: You’re spoilt, that’s the problem . . .
Me: You give me any old rubbish to eat . . .
O.L.: I’m SORRY! I’m SORRY alright? It’s just that it’s been an awful day – I
don’t expect you to understand . . .
Me: Because I’m only a dog right?
O.L.: You are propelling me into an early grave . . . .
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Each more forceful than the last,
Ascending in order of manipulative intelligence to the ultimate experience
that is Toby.
If you see yourself as pack leader to a cowering and adoring hound
Forget it.
He is so vast in size and sheer psychological insight into human nature
That all you can hope for Is a permanently evolving negotiated settlement
That does not involve too much loss of face and screaming “SHUT UP AND
LIE DOWN!”
This is humiliating,
Demeaning to our sensitive, finely-attuned nervous-systems,
And puts us in our place.
We are reduced to cattle.
He remains unmoved.
He has got what he wants
And we wonder how we allowed ourselves to be manipulated once again.
For he has only to wait and things will “normalise”, as he puts it,
And he will be in charge again.
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So a group of strong men in the forest sawing trees
Mean Toby will be AWOL for days at a time,
Offering his ball to big men who topple like the trees they fell for his
merciless charms.
(“What a lovely dog!”)
Also Toby has Attention-Deficit-Hyperactivity-Disorder.
And epilepsy.
Canine epilepsy is not rare:
It “causes the brain to be too excitable or jumpy” and can be controlled by
drugs.
But I learn that epilepsy has also been ascribed to some of the greatest
minds, saints, prophets and creative geniuses in our world,
And see it as a sign of Toby’s heightened awareness and exceptional insight.
So I think it a privilege and give him no pills.
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