My Pet My Pet

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

My bitch’s eyes are brown, liquid
Pebbles where I can see the sky
And the reflection of my glasses.
When ten years old she got addicted
To car fume, sniffed at every exhaust pipe
And became a rolling drunk

I sent her to a farm, amongst green
Hills, where they told her to face up to
Life and only sniff horse manure and
Other dogs turd.

Thus she came back home with a
Shiny fur, but to be sure I take her to
A meeting twice a week where she
Can bark with other dogs about how
Grateful they are that man is
The master race.