Don’t Pick the Dog

Sound. Song. Music
grumbles through the gut
quiv­er­ing in the folds of fat in the neck.
Heard not just through the ears
but through the body, mind and soul
(though admit­tedly the ears are part of that)
So, Bri­tain!
What do you want?

The dan­cing dog! Give us the dan­cing dog!”

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