Soliloquy

A puppy was struck dead on the motorway early one morning
After having been hit by a politician’s car
A Land-Cruiser cruising at an unsuitable speed
The young spaniel was following his mother and two brothers
Across the motorway, when the mist blinded him
And the Land-Cruiser came up on him too soon
SMACK!
Concluding that he had nothing to do with it
since it was not within the boundaries of his constituency
and because he was put on earth to be served
and not to serve either people or animals,
The politician’s Land-Cruiser cruised onwards
And so did a hundred pedestrians and a dozen cars
Every vehicle that passed by the motorway that day
Was struck by the rancid smell and the splattered corpse
But nobody gave the carcass more than a passing glance
Because the death of a little dog meant little
But then that politician and the hundred pedestrians
And the dozen cars were not around
When the mother of the puppy shrieked and howled
Into the dark of the night, unable to find her offspring,
Unable to come to grips with her irrevocable loss,
Unable to fathom that she will never see him again.