sickly yellow eyes
and that unintended toothless sneer
are surely the result
of a lifetime of struggle and defeat.
If it is true that God loves a trier
then what better example than he?
Canine cannons litter the canyon
but on he goes undeterred.
Even as he plummets to the ground
he is thinking of his next big idea
which we all know will end
in a long descending whistle
a dull and distant thud
and of course
a tiny plume
of smoke.
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