The Three Legged Dog (Ove Ritola)

It's taken so long And patience is a virtue unknown It changes into unwanted form Of ignoring When I can't be at home Is when I want to The silence and all I've been taught to escape and abhor Breed longing How we love history And things it has changed The pictures we keep we can't erase They're etched much too deep Even when we're not looking In need of recovery In need of a place To keep from an injury obtained with grace A high voltage feed through a piece of plastic No use in pretty things Vending machine spewing out diamond rings Shrink-wrapped, unclean The joy they still bring to lucky eyes of a child