Dog men bark in afternoon breezes,
fetching papers to train masters, tails awag
for justice. The bone of existence. They run
in packs, an army of homeless carnivores
clawing evening alleys for scrap iron and wire,
building small houses of waste and wood.
They snap and chew, growling stomachs,
barking backs, teeth bared, fur matted,
sleeping on cardboard. Until morning unleashes
the muzzle and they hunt again, howling for god.