Conversation with a Dog

A Short Poem

Conversation with a Dog

Me:
Melancholy creature whose master is man,
we are none without our overlords.
Let us weep—you and I together—
for our inherited condition.

A Dog:
It is not the face of God
I see in my master,
but God himself.
And God sees in me my mortality,
and loves and pities me for it.


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