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Nicolette Westfall
Bones
Sticks?
Bones.
Look out,
dogs coming through…
Bloodied bones
longer than dogs
in clamped mouths,
ends low to ground.
Old moose
into next world.
Dogs follow soon
--pack cull coming
next full moon.
Moose Droppings
Girl from east coast
likes to eat burnt toast.
Talks with a Newfie accent,
sounds a bit bent.
--mentioned
Moose Droppings
under sink.
Thought it strange,
didn’t think homes
in moose range.
Suddenly reality
began to dawn
within brain…
…not of a moose,
but from mouse!
Lost Puppy
Only nurturing beasts
on Rez are
wild Pack dogs
cling together in group,
fight for lead.
Puppies taken care of
from mother’s teat
to first heat.
Rez generations
act more like
over-stuffed rats
ripping, tearing at babies,
flesh spilling out
mashed into homebrew,
given womb drinking
soothers dipped in pop.
Puppies whimper,
sadly watch toddlers
puke up
potato chip dinner.
BIO:
Nicolette Westfall wrote poetry while living on an isolated
Northern Canadian First Nation Rez. She's been published in
63 Channels and Word Riot.
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