The dog barks at the wrong tree,
urinates and stakes his claim,
on the wall of the grumbling bus stop,
he
laughs it off as the humans walk
and talk, and shake their heads
and he
shakes his tail, shakes it and pants
he pants in the hot sun
with a dry tongue
lights up another wood tipped Black and Mild,
and hears the dirty man preaching
about Gentiles being alikened
to dogs eating the crumbs
th...