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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (7)

So latecomers can browse more easily, here’s the links in order to each part of the poem:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4a
Part 4b
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7

7.

The rage of devils has an end—
the dazed state after blind fury
is strangely gentle.

Not regretful. But gentle,
weirdly and whooshingly wise,
generous in exhaustion.

Spent, it uncoiled,
surveying its own damage.
Sighed. Disburdened itself
of desks and cars and flutter-things.

Found its foe—crooned a salute, gently—
and laid him down hairless.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (6)

6.

The wild and ungainly charge,
the almost-straight line —

the guile of his foe
that feinted mid-blow from behind.

The tornado pulled him up by his hind legs;
For all his terror, the rest followed,
And no one heard his yips.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (5)

5.

Pitched battle, the fur and the fright.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (4.b.)

4. ii.

And by the way, those eyes of ours
would have seen just the same as his —
you know? the dust and wind and white horror
that precedes the tornado like a train?

Whooshing stillness-in-motion.
Windows rattling like bojangles.

Nothing else living was, except
that dog and it.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George.

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (4)

4. i.

Soul and spirit and saliva,
with which he met the foe.

From a mile away, it looked
like one could bite the devil
at it’s lowest point, and make
it heel… if a beast were looking.
Like a dog domesticated.

Thus we become heroes by our eyes.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (3)

3.

The long rope leash had always been
merely ceremonial. He shed it like fur in summer,
bounding from the road to the open field,
the sound of his master’s “go, fetch!” in his ears.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George.

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ODOP: The Tornado and the Dog (2)

2.

A house in the back roads, a dog loosely tethered.
circling round and restless,
barking at air. Strange air. Still air. Still and heavy air.

He pricks his ears. He hears his enemy
half an hour before he sees her.

A tornado, a swell devil.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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