And then many eccentric people live in Cambridge [INAUDIBLE].
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The woman on the fifth floor.
Attended by three dogs who make her afternoon
a bark of loneliness.
She discovers what it is to replace the keeper
of the living and the dead.
At random in her torture she uses her hands
to bless their driven hunger with the dropping of food.
But angered on the wheel of giving
slaps them in the middle of their play.
Her days being a roaming endurance of whine, bounding
ignorance, and four legged will.
She sees that the shedding of hair
has no meaning in her lesser climate.
For the time spent removing it other
than to wear away the unnatural perpetrator of imbalance.
Punish sublime idiocy.
And teach her to beware of such love
that dares replace without cunning.
Or dictionary of smells.
Or odor of defecation.
Or decent fangs.
The unrelenting laws of survival and descent.