Lost Dog

Lost dog of no one Feeding on dead worms Its tattered skin scares stars Its head is covered with scars. Lost dog lost from birth Its mother was also of no nest. Lost dog with pale eyes Walking like a lost mind. Too dirty to be owned But never hopeless for a home. This lost dog can feed on grasses Its body is a bed for lashes Of what good is sharp teeth without a thing to cut? With all its sniffing, only its waste is left to gulp. Its unfed stomach has a womb in it. It will be fertilized by another like it. Another lost dog will be born And the chain will go on.