Bit from fatigue, bit from routine,
a product of 6 years in medical school;
not cigarette, nor any brands, but nicotine,
(recent christening of the relic)
Alternating sips of that bittersweet
coffee and nicotine, I thought,
of success and failure of communism.
(and capitalism, where the cigarette butt
crushed under my boot made/unmade
Gods and Governments)
A distant, shouting barking of dogs,
not stray dogs, community dogs,
and many hurried foot shoulder’s-
(four footed in fact, not 2 as the
conservatives or the revolutionaries)
Thunderous breaths, blood-shot eyes,
wagging alert tails, alarmed front -turned ears,
sniffing out smoke with each breath in that cold.
(I wondered, which brand they smoked?)
One from my right, four from my left,
ran to defend something, I wouldn’t know,
to that chaotic place, where they lived and fought.
(I could only guess, but the noise was dreadful).