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POEM: Guardians

devil dogs on the doorstep
iron eyes on coming guests
something sacred lies behind
the dual beasts do attest

but what could lie behind
a door so wonky and worn
perhaps someone long gone
whom the dogs refused to mourn

like Hachikō, they’ll never go
frozen by their immortal woe


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