The dogs of Tuding are howling
Morose. The caged and strays
Calling stand. Stand.
The last ragged breath
Kicking ears bleeding
Teeth tyred to the road.
A man stands stunned
At the store front
Chewing the emotions of silence.
At heel sons on short leads
Stomachs hardened against
Tyche’s continual kicks
The people of Tuding are crowding
A car parked across the road,
Curious at tinted windows.
A driver despondent
Dogs tattooed to chest
Forcing steering wheel between
Teeth, tears at last flowing ragged.
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