Dogs Eat Bones Poem by James Wakelin

Sighed the man with deep conotations
needless to say he wept thoroughly that night
picked himself up next morning
killed his smoke between narrowed lips
and vomited throughout the day
delaying the enivitable
silence
taken laying on the lawn by the stream
in public veiwed by everyone
which regarded him in confused perplextion
why didnt the man die
and leave us to examine our consciences on our own
not to be condemned to death by our faults
experienced through anothers eyes
So saying chewing through
the rest of the day
oblivious to all and sundry
especially blundering on oneself