Poverty


The cord plays out
then tightens hard,
a one handed strangle
on a running dogs throat.

His body shudders down
and back jacks to earth,
his red tongue bleeding
on the bitter taste of rope.

Imagination equals suffering,
dream is a nights worth of beer
pissed away in the morning, or
a poor dog left out in the rain.


John G.H(C)2004