Literature
The Ones Without Collars
the rains left you an
imperceptible stain
on the back road blacktop
where once you were a
ragged pile of rough fur,
fat flies and jutting bones
where once you swelled and
stank, stiff limbs and leaking
ends untouched by buzzards
where once you may have
only just been sleeping,
ignored by hands or tires
where once I saw you,
three months before, as you
bounded through falling rain