 
The sun goes down, dark, sudden, tropical, over all
the barren, sea-wet rocks exposed by tide.
The tourists and his shelter chairs gone and night will fall.
He curls up small and sandy; all alone he will abide.
I lament that a different life he will never know.
His puppy-hood is solitude and scraps,
he scavenges his patch to and fro.
Always tired, this little black dog naps.
Sunday morning I watch – people
walk past him- laughing, eating, uncaring.
Then they go to their prayers in temple, steeple
their hands in prayer. Pointless ritual, all un-sharing.
I give my new friend some bacon, rub an ear.
I hate the people who don't see starvation at their feet.
A passer says to me “Careful they bite.” I wipe a tear,
“He is starving!” “Nah they do OK on the beach in the heat.”
He is just ONE dog, I know. All over Asia they forage and fret
cats and dogs with scabs and sores. No one sees. No one cares.
Just another homeless pup. At home his cousin sleeps on my bed,
I can't understand. I rub his ears, rub my eyes and my heart tears.
As a result of a diligent search by Soi Dog's dog catcher's and concerned volunteer's Siam has been found, has undergone treatment at Soi Dog's clinic and is being rehomed in the United States. This just in, 24 hours after the above story was posted.
 
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