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



© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)


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