Poemdog

Dogs 2018

BROKEN BONES
(10/27/18)


we move
about

plastic
smiles
upon our
faces

battered
by society

furtive
fractures
beneath
the skin

surreptitious
pain
hinted only
in our eyes

injured
to the point
of psychic
collapse

but something
inside
tells us
that we
must
go on

nature
driving
our bodies
forward

eat
or be
eaten

our minds
not knowing
why

our souls
weakened
to the point
of death

still
we live

the lion
never
sleeps

neither
can we

a good show
is continually
required

internally
maimed
mannequins

puppeted along
until
the end