Saturday, 31 October 2015

Son of a Bitch

An atmosphere
Concealed in uncertainty
From which a stray dog
Into and out of the distance

Landmarks of identity
On leather and fur
Each claims their territory
Each dictates their rule
Himself a founder
They all can say

A jacket to shield and safeguard
To defend to deter
Deflect the cruel
A home housing the haunted
A bag of organ
Bloody oath

A full stomach
Churns of untold hardship
The cycle borne through a foul routine
Swirls and swirls inside
The suffering of the dog
Is no different to mine