To the Dogs

…to the dogs He stared at the damp chilly night and marveled in frustration seeing nothing at all - except the black night So many years ruined dancing to the same tune days and night overlapping into an endless timeless space Indigence, parched throats, empty ragged pockets… guns persist as unflawed blood flows into the filthy cesspools maggie dogs, scavenger, urchins all blend into one all in a split race for the a place in the bins At first light blurred images flash past his eyes cheese and butter, wines, champagne, music and festivals laughter and smiles - the taste of a gone era Flashy cars with tinted windows speed by on the highway towards the glass towers and the affluence beyond the mind’s eyes Numerous gaps along the road shattered dreams, tattered bridges dyed-in -the-wool banal lip services Shame! A curse from the bowels of the earth or is it a monster from our flesh and bones or both?