A Good Dog

A noose and a chair, and a room full of hate
Drawn curtains to a world long forgotten, neglected
The patchwork elegance, the conjured and manufactured happiness
Long gone. Tucked away and buried
The deepest part of the mind
The darkest recess of the skull
Memories of laughter and smiles
Coated with dust and broken
This soil long tainted
The atmosphere since poisoned
Salt the earth and cut to the root
Perceptions of grandiosity, cut down
A sky gone gray and a playground decayed
At the hanging tree all the flowers are dead
At the hanging tree, the leaves have turned black
The fruit is rotten, and it tastes like nothing at all
If there were a god on that day he would surely have frowned
If there were a god on that day he surely would have looked away
The dogs are smiling
The dogs are howling
That dog is dying
That dog is scowling
If that dog only knew
If that dog could only see
If god
If god
If god
No god
NO god
Is god?
What god?

What god?
Good dog