Monday, September 18, 2017

YAWNING DEATH - DOGS



They walk lazily
limping, slouching
trudging on
the middle of the busy roads
deaf,
rubbing the air
by body parts
pissing,
trying to save themselves
from the screeching wheels
passing by;
yapping about their heels
bleating, when run over
They purpose nothing
but their ease and die
beating all corners
from dusk to dawn
the flesh smashed and sprinkled
in bloody pool
sea of night and day;
and the sky
yawning death

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