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At a Demonstration For Climate Justice

Buff Whitman-Bradley

A friend and I have wedged ourselves
Inside a revolving door and await the police
Who will dislodge and handcuff us and haul us off to jail
Along with twenty-or-so others also blocking doors

Protesters in front of the building are raising a ruckus
Shouting chanting jeering the princes of capital
Safely ensconced inside this skyscraping bunker
Wallowing in the swag from their carbonized crimes

Someone has brought two black Labradors to the protest
And taken them off their leashes
A big broad-shouldered male and a young female
Not long ago a puppy

The two are wagging their way through the crowd
Happily introducing themselves to strangers
Chasing each other round and round in exuberant circles
Licking hands and faces of some of the doorway-sitters

Watching them frolic I notice the dread
That shadows me like an undercover cop
Step out for a smoke and a cup of coffee
And I realize the dogs have come bearing tidings

Believe in the body’s joy they are telling us
And do not lose heart
The legions of darkness and death are arrayed against you
But the jubilant god of dogs is on your side

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