Stuff Left On The Side Of The Road

I'm stuck in traffic
amongst the cigarette butts and broken glass
a dog corpse lays crumbled in the street
my eyes stare upon the poor beast
what a grotesque scene
I truly hate the human race

no shovel or bag
there is nothing I can do
but hope and oh how I hate hope
that this animal found peace
though I doubt it

I imagine his horrible life
how he was treated and how he ended up here
exposed and broken on a busy road
I cry, I cry for the discarded creature
traffic remains at a standstill
feeling bad in ways I can not explain
I hold the top of my nose
pinching off imaginary pain

a horn honks
I push slowly on the gas peddle
looking back one more time
knowing I get to leave  
another wave of guilt is inhaled


the dog, he will lay there
rot there
and become a piece of road leather
how many people will even notice,
no one really caring
and everyone driving away
just like me