On the hot tarmac the bloody puppy lies
A bitch wails sky ward on the side walk
Looking nowhere in particular
Having understood in an instant life well
Having understood death also very well
And those who don't understand both
Go dispassionately over the limp body
Hot tires with belching black sooty exhausts
And drivers too 'human', to slow down or stop
Or maybe too 'human', to even feel the slight bump.....
krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-puppy-wailing-bitch/
