Had a puppy, Now he’s dead. Car ran over, And squashed his head. Flying guts, Are all around. Get down low, And make no sound. Darkened night, A scream goes up. Man drinks from, An empty cup. Laying down, In a pool of blood. Waiting for, The killing flood. All their lives, Are full of dread. Won’t be long, They’ll soon be dead.
03/23/2009
Good work Razel- the images are so real to me. I liked the ryming pattern. Point made! Very wll expressed in this dark piece.
the first stanza made me laugh, hmmm... i like the flow. good write.