Sometimes They are Mistaken for Dogs

The anxious bark at suburbs given to alienation,

 Bark at the morally weak who suck in virtue,

  And barkers bark at unknown cads

Who steal flowers from shattered graves.

Lonely bureaucrats bark at keyboards they strike,

     The switch of the ultra-powerless,

  Their plaintive words seasoned with spite.

How they bark at paperwork deadline manipulated.

  For who is it that understands frustration?

Check-outs bark at wealth jumping millionaires,

  Whose free space is wilder than wisdom.

Bark, bark at the barkers barking back.

 Barking at bloody crosses to which believers cling.

Barking, disturbed ones, until fate guts their sting. 

  Bark, the angry ones, spitting words at shadows.

Barkers bark, lest defeat intervenes and cripples.