Simon

I have a problem with family priorities Children, women, dogs, then me Being on top of the food chain I don't understand a dog ranks ahead of me Is domestication the culprit? The reason for my obscurity? Have I become an Invisible Man? Can’t see my own hands I am nostalgic for my previous life  Where once I was King I’ve become a 'friend' Offering unconditional love Domesticated  Have I become a domestic To serve to submit  Made less aggressive Hands to the ground  Pushing progress forward Horse and buggy  How did this happen My dependency notarized  My home a distant memory My genes permanently altered Who is responsible for my fate Have I lost control

Some time ago, I took the ferry to Blake Island. It was once home to the Suquamish tribe and the birthplace of Chief Sealth, the man for whom Seattle was named. The two-hour crossing was long, and I had arrived hungry, assuming food would be easy to find. At a small cafe near the dock, I saw peanuts on the menu for $2. When I asked for a bag, the clerk told me to wait a minute and disappeared into the back. He returned hauling two crates overflowing with snacks, none of which were peanuts. He didn't speak to me. Instead, he looked right past me to the next person in line. “Where are the peanuts?” I asked. “Oh,” he muttered. “I thought I told you. We’re out.” Confused and ignored, I settled for a bag of chips. When I finally reached the longhouse on the island, the atmosphere shifted. Patrons handed out clams to the crowd as we filed inside, where an all-you-can-eat buffet had been laid out. There was something bizarre about an “all you can eat ” buffet inside of a Native American l...