Shovelling canine shit from kennels by day
by night watching thousands frittered away.
In the back room of the lair pre-show
wails of spindly greyhounds on death row.
Picking you up from the sandpit’s bend
knowing your shattered leg will never mend.
A lethal injection delivered by solemn vets
dead eyes rolled open in sunken sockets.
The final twitch of those brittle legs
suggests that life is not extinguished yet.
But you shall never see another ‘hare’
that imposter on the running wire.
Or hear the finishing line’s raucous din
from ghouls who have bet on your ‘win.’