Where is My Dominion Over Death?
By Shawn R. Jones
My aging dog progresses my own years.
I must confess that I am still afraid
Of sagging eyes and graying ’round the ears.
Together, our simple lives must fade.
Lord, where is my dominion over death?
A diaper wraps around its leaking tail
With mother thinning in a nursing home
As father wastes his last few years on meth.
God, do you hear demonic voices yell?
Shut open closets of their seething cell.
Don’t let them war with me while I’m alone.
Copyright 2013 Shawn R. Jones