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SHJ Issue 4
Fall 2011

[One Poem]

Clyde Fixmer

The God of Dogs

If there is a God of Dogs,
It is a Great White Greyhound
That races the tracks of Dog Heaven,
Coursing from planet to planet,
Its infinite tail ever wagging
& sweeping the stars away.
If there is a God of Dogs,
& if greyhounds are religious,
Then what would they pray for?
Why, good homes and bones!
& when greyhounds enter Dog Heaven,
Bones rain down from the sky.


“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury