When my doggie was bad, she would shiver,
and with eyes she would look sad and wet and long…
her trembling melted me always.
I remember how she would lay her ears back and soft,
how she would gentle her body against me and
beg for mercy.
I am trembling like her now, but not for being bad,
but rather for being, in a way not acknowledged
and frightening to others.
I am trembling like Victor’s abomination did
when the villagers rounded up torches and pitchforks
and came after it(him).
And I lay back my heart, my soul(ears), and
make them soft and earnestly yearn
for Her hand.
May I always quake, be transient, in my own
aspect and circumstance and
But please, may I be strong and forthright
a mountain unmoved on behalf of those lacking
even the resources to tremble.