Isle Of Dogs

The dead do not answer.

I have the sorrow of dogs
And unvisited misty islands.
Golden pillows do not
Necessarily enrich the dream.

Fire doors, daily chores,
Lobster-coloured paving stones.
Years ago I lost my claws,
Those same stones are silent.

The dead are too busy to answer.

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