Breaking Rank

The junkyard was artat sunset, the light making an abstract shineon broken bottle glass and iron dinosaurs.He saw ogres behind old washing machinesand a dragon lived beyond the littered hill near the back.He had killed that dragon many times, but notnow, not today.He sat on the husk of an old stove,shuffling through his baseball cards,staring into the faces of men that never cried.As he licked away his boyhood tears,the young lab jumped up to him, restinghis paws on his knees.He knew that his dog would never cry, eitherno matter how many timesthe people he loveddied.He stood and winkedat an ogre with orange eyesand headed back home,a man.