Plastic ailerons, struts, antennae
sprawl about, fragile as hummingbird bones.
Boldface warns: To avoid damage, tweezers
are required in handling the smaller parts.
We break four pieces in Assemblage A,
squirt an ounce of glue on Instrument Panel,
join Tab C inseparably to Tab N, spill
Tang across a sheet of filigreed decals.
“Grrr,” I say, belching up a taste of meat loaf.
“Grrrr,” he replies, his new incisor bared.
Aroused, I grab a wing, bite through it,
munch thoughtfully. He snaps the tail
in two, then seizes the small gray pilot,
and chews off an arm. “Yum!” he grunts.
Coarse fur sprouts from his ears, his forehead,
as my great black snout probes the wreckage.
Our dog snuffles in, stares, whimpers out
just before the rampage. We claw, bite,
tear, crush the rest to bloody scrap.
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