lucky dogs!

if you ever looked through that window
through that window that rest
on the far right-hand corner of your painted room
you would have seen many a street dogs
prying on the foetuses,
foetuses of all sizes and audacity,
big, small, resonant, breeded, waxed
just shed form the womb
and thrown on the pavements
in the drain by the pavement
in the dustbins
in the schoolbags for books
they were all borne in the shackles
but walking as if they all borne
with the knowledge of the paths
and wriggling in the bin,
as if each one of them already knew the filth
and the lucky dogs, for them
kids, are the best of feasts
soft bone, silky smooth yet munchy flesh
and yet not a spray of dust
lucky dogs having a taste of human, their masters!

***01/26/2010***