Bark sans Lark

The shock and awe created by a miniature Doberman with tornadic lungs

The dogs yelp
Toward the stranger of air,
Continues above the leg-bows of insects
And the purr of interstate rubber.

Pollution was called a “neighborhood effect”
By economists;
Since corporations
Do not yet own the air and water.
They should rightly pay fees
To poison the nagging beauty of nature.

Mathematics is quite useful in economics
And our neighborhood:
The house size is inversely proportional to
Dog loudness, and directly proportional
To lot proximity.

Meanwhile, like the spiritually dead
Hasten the return of God
With shopping mall religions
And flocks of migrating
Computer packets

We, who want to clear the air
Without further legislation,
Don our earplugs,
Turn up the ipod,
Hope lightning
Wants to pose with the bloody iron
Of this bonsai Cerberus…