The dog’s snarling kept waking him every time

Every time he closed his eyes. How he had escaped

Only someone else’s God knew.

And apart from one small incident, no harm done.

One dead prison guard, his fault for having eyes.

Providence had provided him with an escape,

Though hard fought: those devil dogs had almost caught him with

The breath that could strip paint from five yards

(Which was only slightly better than his own prison breath)

Had been beating down his neck till he found the station.