Have you seen Ian, who tended to dogs?
No one has.
He lived down the rail embankment,
Inside an unkempt hedge.
Do you recall him?
He never cut his hair or went shaven
And washed himself from a kennel hose.
Last week he fought his cousin,
The one who makes whiskey.
The one who runs whiskey from Timberlake woods.
Another cousin now tends the dogs.