A
dog built around his snarling teeth
demonstrates
human instincts
when
I cross his ground.
Glass
stare, no, spikes from his face,
his
crew cut spines speared,
snarl
or smile, legs set in concrete:
stance
consciousness.
The
considered setting of his growl:
natural
resonance of nerves.
The
chosen time for a step:
psychology
of closing, removing space,
building
a crescendo of presence.
Then
the howling with muscle release:
snap
of dogs, snap of men.
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