Lava and Zebras

Lust is a big dog
And love is an undersized
And panicky dog walker

Prone to drop the leash,
I told her when she left me
To go chase after her dog
And leash it to a new wrist.

But I'm neither dog
Nor walker nor wrist, myself.
I'm bones of Hagerman horse
Eroding under lava

In a land I could still love,
Were my kind not extinct, nor
Zebras exotic.