Stray Dogs Lapping

stray dogs lapping at the bloody tracks the homeless leave in the snow. burnt out Marlboro fingers shaking with the cold... small children's big eyes screaming with silent stinking fear! and the halls and the walls of the traders vibrate with smoke... nothing gained, nothing lost, in the land of nothing.... my grandmother's Bible lays by the stove that was never empty... my father sits and stares at the walls, listening for the echo of.... my mother's voice.... and all the things we believed in are lost, forgotten.... stray dogs lapping at the bloody tracks the homeless leave in the snow...