Pumping the streams of blood
out of the streets near our home
no one eyed the mother
who was still brewing some foam.
Some found it wretched, some ghastly
it wasn't his fault that he died so hastily
Even though he was just a pup
dent on the bumper was worth more than his gut.
Driver kept spitting, thinking his day is ruined
while the public screamed "let's get going"
Apart from the mother everyone forgot
savouring the last whiff of her son she ever got.
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