Rouge Park

The ice is finally thawing. Take notice to a decaying smell
Paws and mandibles, to our surprise, come blooming out
Muzzles and secretions intertwined
With wrappers and garbage
Fifty dead dogs strewn about
You had the power of steel. You had the power of weight
To build a pit, to use fear as bait
Human infliction and the four stages of cruelty
They’re my machines with no souls
I can hear them whimpering over the sneering laughter
The collar placed around my throat
A dominant leather reminder
Gutted. Classified as property
I must obey, or I will be broken
Frozen. No justice. Cryptic. No salvation
The ghosts will find you by other means
One day soon, you’ll be thrown in a pit
Deemed destroyed. Just for the rush of it