Plywood bedroom floor
Ossuary of dirty dog bones
They sneak them inside
And hide
The bones in the bed
During the looooong night
They fall to the floor
Loud thuds
Like incoming bombs
No sleep for the weary human
Lie down with dogs
Wake up with an aching back
From bones tucked under the
Tender rib cage
Or stuck to my calf
Calciumed animal parts
Literally littering the path
That vegetarian me
Tries not to see
Or even think about the origins
Of those shapes
Once belonging to cute farm animals
But dogs and their short intestines
Require meat
I follow the path
From bedroom to bath
Walking barefoot
Across the hall
Ouch!!!!
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
