Wednesday, December 11, 2013

BARRIO DOGS by jjméndez

Barrio Dogs

Droopy-eyed mutt
Dry your tears and reach out
To my open hand…

Smell it, get comfortable
I’m not the type of hand that bites.

I understand you were gambling
Fodder not so long ago and
You stood there at the bottom

Of the filthy pit looking up
At grimy waving hands
Filled with musty green leaves
The kind that are the envy of many 
And the prize of few.

I saw you plenty of times
Just laying there —wounded
You felt helpless and star-struck
By the brilliantly studded
Sky and you saw the moon

Roll across the darkened sky
And witnessed the sun rise
Above the parabolic dishes
Protruding over tar-smeared rooftops
Numbing children’s minds
And tempting them with false dreams.

I, too, once had sweet dreams
That led to twisted paths filled with misery… 

Come on now, get closer
Let me feel your mangy 
Face and wounded eyes
Let me assess the damage written
In the scars you carry on your sides…

Let’s see if we can both
Come to terms as to what
Our next move will be tonight.

© December 11, 2013 jjméndez

Painting by Marcos Raya; Photo by jjméndez ©2013

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