The Long Run

Instinct tells the dog, Run!
One leg slows him down.
Winter slows everyone.

People catchers are in
the mix now dogs are in
the pound. People close in
on other people drawn
inside the kettle, thrown
into the torture salon.

Why do men torture women?
Is the world theirs to own?
Why was God a man
and lived alone?

Cats run with tails down
into the alley, then down
where they may drown
when the street darkens
and dark waters begin.

Who can stop to listen?
It’s no time now to mourn.

Know: Killers never win
in the long run.

(23 November 2011)

copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander