Jun 11, 2011 02:40
June 09 2011
I watched the road-killed dog
on Cawana road rot everyday
until his back legs were splayed
sticks of bone jutting from a clump
of gristle and fur. The smell of it came
across the road. I knew the dog from before.
I'd seen it limping down that same road.
Thin, panting. Always watching passing
cars. Its collar dug into its neck. It was
headed somewhere. It was always looking
at me. His eyes deep black endless pools.
Always limping. Always panting,
Something stopped it. Something dumped its gut
into the ditch and split its body. Its stink inside
me every time I passed it. Time buried it there
among the stinking grass.