Dogs 2010

FINISHED BUSINESS
(1/18/10)


feet
of gnarled toes
and calloused soles
as if they had rejected
the very earth
on which
they tread

thin legs
pasty
and hairy
better suited
to some giant
grotesque
sickly insect

soiled jockeys
front and rear
from the sudden
and unexpected release
of his final
demise

beer gut
flopped now forever
over his waistline
making him look
so much older
than his
38 years

matted hair
covering chest
and shoulders
looking less
like an animal
than some
industrial strength
cleaning pad

double chin
adding further
to the aged effect
never again
to shake obscenely
as he ate to excess
or screamed his numerous
dissatisfactions
with life

lastly
his arrogant
self centered face
screwed up in surprise
following
his final taunt
to her

"go ahead
bitch
you don't
have
the guts"

the last
shovelful
of dirt
completing
a grave
deep enough
to avoid
timely detection
but shallow enough
to allow the wildlife
their disgusting
meal

she tossed
the shovel
in the bed
of his pickup
thinking
that she could probably
get five thousand
for the vehicle
that he showed
more care
than anything else
in his life

dawn
would break
soon
shining light
on just another
business
day