The first poem is called Riven Doggeries.
A miserable day, his dog had leapt from the window.
The dog had leapt from my seven story apartment
into a police helicopter that had been hijacked
by some well-meaning murderers.
But it was for dogs they entertained no mercy.
In that afternoon, late after a cold shower, I went for a ride
in our elevator.
An immaculate dive, home of the lost soul and once third base
to late working things.
My animal has sunk.
He doesn't exist.
He won't come back.
The ideal pet however, is unrecognizable when it arrives.
And the river awash in the land afar.