dog, rattling

Posters on the wall scream
but tattered and ripped pasted on Canal Road, that’s where I saw him
his shadow turned the corner first, piano key teeth, varnished veneer,
talons, calloused, cigarette smoke.

Trailing behind him a constant companion,
always there – a lead dragging a canine skeleton,
rattling he was.

That’s when I first saw him.

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