Nothing to See Here
An animal control officer
tugs a pit-bull out of a backyard.
It is snagged on a long pole.
The animal is eager to cooperate,
its large head lolls passively.
Crows foreshadow in a nearby tree.
Few die secretly,
there is always a viewing
conducted by strangers.
The officer and the pit-bull
seem to know this,
neither look at the crows.
In the road a closed body bag.
I watch the scene
as if I were just an open mouth.
Returning to my car,
I think:
If I don't look back,
nobody dies.
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