Forever she’s been jumping in storms,
jaws wide to crack on lightning rods.
A bitch for tossed sticks.
Sometimes she catches them:
choke-tongue yelp. Pain. Success.
Hitch-shocked lips, electric wet teeth.
She can’t stop biting. Can’t release.
Doesn’t matter where they come from:
the sky, a mocked God, a new Master.
All the same to her. She’s programmed.
She dervishes in desperate rain.
Manic for her own ragged tail
to be sold to someone who hears.