The Dogs Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

The dogs have all had a piece

They lay and eat their bloody feast

Yet still he does, still he stands

That tattered remnant of a man

With just enough flesh to go around

To sate the slavering red eyed hounds

But they're almost done

They crave for more

Not this sorry m***********

He's out the door

They stop and howl

'What have we done'

They've put their food upon the run

They snap and snarl

All in vain

Aught to stop their hunger and pain

They cry with sorrow

To the empty wind

'Please come back we're famished again'