Flood (1951) Thomas Hart Benton
Caution: Go Slow
I work with the flinching dog,
unable to speak its history, given the yellow caution card
to decorate its cage
The cower and the cover and the rage that hides behind
the snarl of teeth and spit.
I’m full of snarl and teeth and spit.
The low growl, hide in the corner, eye cut,
is a mask.
Somewhere inside the shiver is forgiveness.
Somewhere inside the eyes is love.
I flinch sometimes when you touch me.
I resist my snarl and teeth and spit.
I cannot find the forgiveness inside my shiver.
I cannot recognize the love behind my big brown eyes.
I want my own cage
and my own understanding:
I’m silent now like the dog;
unable to articulate my history.
Full of snarl and teeth and spit
Not seeing the love pouring off the raised hand
but desiring.
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