They say don't bite the hand that feeds you,
but what if all you can find to live on
is a blown off hand flung far away from
the arm stuck under the rubble?

This hand may only feed me once
and I will have to fight to keep it
for myself. I would much rather someone toss me
meat to eat but these days even the fleas are hit
with shells and hard times.
I hate to chew on my best friend, but how else is a
dog to survive this apocalypse?



© Walyullah