A Black Dog in a Cemetery
See a black dog in a cemetery;
It hops around with its tail hanging low.
It sees the names of those that we bury,
And ignores the beings living ago.
See the family mourning for someone;
On a bright sunny day, cloudless as such,
A black dog shines in radiance of suns,
With its tongue out, susceptible to touch.
A black dog licks the tombstone, of no one;
It pees on the graves of those lived and dead.
Flies roam around the ashes clearly won,
A black dog spreads and shreds the ones who bred.
Young and old, we see the black dog in us;
Young and old, we breed the black dog and cuss.