Large the dog was still breathing.
On it's back legs up doing the roach
It's twin eyes having no understanding
hang down both cheeks
Tail walking over lover next door to this dream.
The rope once weaved placed through color
as the dog to tired to bark copious with leaks.
Slow paced retriever.
Ghetto tail.
Then eaten from within
homeless life
in the ghetto
goes on and on untill you
try to do some thing about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem