Stray dogs rule this town
on other sides of rusted tracks
where train-cars no longer run by,
and broken needles litter roads of
hear dogs howl at nasty nightfalls
under black canvases of iron skies,
smell my rotten soul,
watch hell-hounds surround you
and, if you must, feel hairs
on the back of your ruthless neck
spike up when demon-dogs snarl
and show shrill teeth,
and if you must, pray to
whatever dismal gods you believe,
that you escape dog-town,
because stray dogs rule here –
the city of dogs.
(Photo by dmitriy ostretsov on Unsplash)
