Cemetery Dogs

I used to visit And spend time with my uncle At the graveyard Where he patiently abides His eternal stay. I then began to visit Cemeteries whose residents I was unfamiliar with In obeisance to the universal dead. Once, at an old, unkempt graveyard, Eerie like an old movie scene. I saw several unfed skinny dogs Running between huge tombstones. I meditated on how I should be as hungry to survive and live As any other animal on earth. Gazing at those cemetery dogs Scavenging for something to eat, I made a promise to myself: I will never become a statistic of self-defeat.