The Rutting Snare

As I walk the dirty, uneven colonial streets of Mexico City

with her crumbling and jagged stones begging for help

crying please remove these horrid stains of oil, oily food

old and fresh dog feces from my one-time pristine lanes

perhaps then the good people living here will feel better

and not smoke so much tobacco, as they seem to use it 

minus pleasure, simply caught by its ugly glow, sans joy