Explanatory note: I used to spend a lot of time on the Zuni Rez with a lady-friend who was school librarian there for 20+ years. The animals described and named here were all hers. I post this as a hat-tipping to Ernie, Princess, Spot, Boy Toy and the rest.
A schoolmarmish lady in Zuni
had canines subversive and loony;
her communist felines
made neighborhood beelines
with doctrines both outworn and puny.
The KGB cat was a lean
and speckled-nosed beauty serene
for her countenance shown
multi-faceted plots as she preened.
Her Weathercat history was tops.
She’d sprayed on dozens of cops
with a Commie aroma
ere she joined Sertoma
cavorting with phonies and fops.
The ringleader hound was a red
and curly haired rascal it’s said
whose Trotskyish leanings
and Maoish gleanings
were pondered curled up on the bed.
Princess Redfeather, they tells
of this curly red bitch of the cells,
forsook her fine lineage
to sip of the vintage
of Lenin, and Gulags and hells.
The worst of the felines, Bearboy:
striped and cross-eyed and coy;
but claws that could tweak
bourgeoise carpet, and bedspread, with joy.
The Uncle-Tom dog of the hut
was Ernie, the gray-bearded mutt;
dog-tired, and dogmatic,
he thought, ”Problematic:
dog-eared dialectic and glut.”
A calico hound lying dormant,
most likely a police informant:
a capitalist clown
took his food lying down
resisting the commie allurement.
The Uncle-Tom dog she called Ernie
began as a dog-pound attorney
commuted from gassing
he pondered in passing
discretion’s demands for a journey.
The Stalinish kittenish spies
spread foment and torment and lies
to the Indian curs
and mutts that were hers
and war-gods high up on the rise.
Princess and Ernie and, Spot,
and Chester , the narc-dog; the lot:
for half a piaster
would bring the disaster
to Zuni, once called. Camelot.
Copyright 2004, NineLives Press