song for dogs

and is there a
patron saint of rape camps?

is there any point in
waving away the flies that
circle the baby's mouth?

but someone does anyway
and someone else digs the pit
and someone else consoles
the mother

or maybe she's already

beaten beyond the
point of usefulness and then
shot in the head and maybe
you've convinced yourself
that this is a blessing

maybe it is

and so where would you
find room for even the
smallest god in any
of this?

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