The dead dog

In a busy and dusty street,
Pushing along through the crowd,
Dodging the vehicles,
And the vehicles dodging me.
I jumped from one pavement
To the next
And in the dust I saw,
A dog lying dead.
Alone and unnoticed,
In the swirling crowd,
Buried in the dust
Of a thousand hasty foot,
It has reached its home,
Unmindful of all pain
And at peace, it rests.