A piece of bread clenched in the jaw of a homeless dog.
He bravely navigates between boots, shoes, heels and bare feet.
The fish stares at me through the glass
of vacant eyes.
Rotting fruits attended by angry wasps.
A fat fly nests on the bleeding stake,
warmed up by the mid-day sun.
I suppress the urge to vomit
with a thought that her unhatched progeny
would be served ‘well done’.
Shoulders and hands, scarves and hats,
green and yellow, blue and red,
mixes and moves…
I swallow my soundless scream
as my lungs fill with the liquid
of the crowd.
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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