Memories of a "Best Friend"

I had thought of you and all the wild things you did
as I scraped the dry earth of her meager fruit
and found only ichor seeping from the gaping lesion.
My skin a taunt, tanned and seared leather
slowly yielded as I bent down to lap up the red dew.
Yes, I thought of you.

And when I bit down on the collied meat
as I scratched my recent scabs raw again
I thought of you my daunting father-master.
My eyes glowing with the flaming memories
slowly flickering 'til crimson gauze curtains my gaze.
Yes, I thought of you.

From the pat on the head from you elfin kin
to the brass buckled belt that you flogged us with.
From your blazing hearth and steaming broth
to your cage where I reclined in my own rank piss.
Your sober sainted stature, your demonic wrath.
I remember.

When you grasped my collar below a fierce sun
with your quivering wife eyed by a fearsome barrel
I took my chance, determined to take you with me
into that hell hot land you wished to leave me in.
My teeth clenched down on the gunman fist.
You cursed, I growled.

Your wife, wits gathered, sped off in you metal monster
Lightening flashed in blue sky.
A deafening thunder, my ears bled.
We struggled but perseverance rewarded.
I held your throat in my jaws, a sticky, sloppy prize
and all I have left, memories.

© 1998

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