The Dogs Bark at the Tree Killler

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The Dogs Bark at the Tree Killer

Ah, Diogenes, your friends
guard their urinals
and forget your name.

And so should you,
God in my hands.

A book made of your loved ones
ingested under your friends who never talk.

Those that stand and bark
don't separate you from the sun.
Hours like clouds are all the food you need.

If all roads lead from loss to loss,
sit on what's left, a roof,
a stump, a chair.

This is a wonderful poem, but a bit too much hard work to get at the meaning
Diogenes is the speaker, 
The tree killer is…from an internet search, this crazy guy who was chopping down trees in Oregon
Or is the tree killer the maker of a book?
Are the dogs critics?
Is that book a book of the Judeo Christian god?

Are the friends who never talk icons of saints inside a church?

All possibilities, all open ended 

But a great read