The tar on our lane is many years old
cracked and washed away in places.
In the biggest hole, it sleeps.
A wretched hungry creature
with a wretched hungry expression,
its black and brown fur missing in places
bitten out in tufts by other dogs
and devoured by rash.
Every time I drive past,
It reluctantly drags itself to its feet
and watches fearfully as I guide my tires
gently in and out of its hole.
Its dull eyes beg permission to live one more day
from everyone who passes.
The residents have complained about
the road for years.
One day, miraculously, the City arrives
and carpets the lane with asphalt.
The creature watches from a distance,
unable to tread on the hot steaming surface.
Night falls, the tar cools and the City leaves.
Where the hole used to be,
it sleeps.
Copyright © Sandaruwan Madduma Bandara
Wednesday, March 19, 2008 at Sapumal Uyana, Kotte.
cracked and washed away in places.
In the biggest hole, it sleeps.
A wretched hungry creature
with a wretched hungry expression,
its black and brown fur missing in places
bitten out in tufts by other dogs
and devoured by rash.
Every time I drive past,
It reluctantly drags itself to its feet
and watches fearfully as I guide my tires
gently in and out of its hole.
Its dull eyes beg permission to live one more day
from everyone who passes.
The residents have complained about
the road for years.
One day, miraculously, the City arrives
and carpets the lane with asphalt.
The creature watches from a distance,
unable to tread on the hot steaming surface.
Night falls, the tar cools and the City leaves.
Where the hole used to be,
it sleeps.
Copyright © Sandaruwan Madduma Bandara
Wednesday, March 19, 2008 at Sapumal Uyana, Kotte.
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