The Parable of the Pair of Dogs

A pair of dogs goes round and round.

Enlightenment boots a crown.

A nation that crowns the feet

prizes its hands 

concedes to the meek

a body yearns to sleep

brain says set an alarm

I say crown the feet

let the pair of dogs run round

for every blood there is a hound 

a dollar profit at thousands a pound.

The tail is chased by the crown.

You don’t break up the pair of dogs.

You let the dog bite down.