HOPE

the good soul  
dreams  
a bright blue  
heaven
locked behind
glistening gates,
the faces
of those it
loved  
transformed,
glorious,
holy,
yet just as it  
remembers
 
trapped in
mongrel's flesh --
a random
coincidence  
of genes --
it does its penance
and pleads the gods
for mercy,
but seldom
sees it
 
still,
it carries on,
keeps
the faith,
and hopes
 
what else
can it do?