I have only seen my father cry twice
But the first time I saw him spill crocodile tears
Into the Nile river of grief was four years ago.
Four years ago he lost one of his best friends
And even though the bible says dogs don’t have souls
I still believe all dogs go to heaven.
All of them, even those Chinese crested hairless ones that Cruella DeVil had
Even the broken ones.
If you cross the border to Mexico
The puppies don’t live to see adulthood
And the ones that do get mauled by cars or by people
But it’s not just in Mexico
Our furry friends get it in the land of the free, too.
Their ribs stick out like prison bars keeping them chained up
To the scarring of wooden bats that knock the wind out of them
Every time they dare make eye contact with the alpha.
And their muzzles are ripped up from scavenging for their next meal in your backyard
A meal they hadn’t had in months.
But every time we hear a howl of grievance we turn the other way
Because they are just animals afterall…right?
Well have you ever looked into those puppy eyes
Those infamous eyes that are well known for making any man
Any man fall in love with their first friend
Who is so much more than just an animal
But of course you don’t understand that because you
skin ‘em, hit ‘em, kick ‘em, cage ‘em, starve ‘em
And abuse them.
But in the end guess who’s going to heaven?