Stray dogs.

Stray origins
Murky skins
Shivering stomachs
And hidden traversals
They united us
Stray dogs
Irregular lives

Up and down, arrows we are
To their eyes, withdrawn from heavens
Heaps and bubbles, they celebrate
Twist in our skull, toast of our tongue
They keep our distance, intact
What bought us together?

Swift on my eyes, they whispered
Odd and howling, we grouped
None of them huge enough
For a wild ripening wound
Still I was paining for a palette
Which could fill up their throat

Now we are better in shape
Our shadows too
Their stones reach us
More harmful are the eyes
Toned down islands
Yes, we are, up and down arrows

Near the poles
Their lies our land
Larger the oceans
Lightened snows
Pale edge of colors
All we know
Yet we are amused
When they transport
Our soul and searches
In the value of blood
Made of dirt and darkness

When their day ends
They need us for secrets
When their night ends
They need us for burials
One for the master
One for the slave
And rest all for peace