Amidst the crowds
I stand
the odorous air
it is boiled pork
and pig's heads
swollen in their
watery grave

The masses move
like a colony of ants
there is purpose
to what at once
appears like
too much
too much

This is the market place
and now I find dead dog alley
carrion in red flesh
the eyes still shiny
but the tongue tells
another story

Dead to the world I am
hungry at first
but now my morning meal
creeps upward to greet
the odorous air
it is decaying canine
poor Nurungi
throw a dog a bone.

I post a letter
modern
full of apathy
it's a culture thing my dear
but you make sure you
keep him on a tight leash!