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Biscuit


ISSUE:  Autumn 1992

The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.

I can’t tear that trusting face!
He asks for bread, expects
bread, and in my power
I might have given him stone.

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