DISPLACED

I float

with my four legs

waking up in a sea

untethered

I pass a wave

I can see

A million dog ears

Fluttering in the sea

aimless

displaced

Yet I comfort my children within me

saying

Within me you are warm

You are safe

You have a home

The empty kennels float 

without rhythm

no one enters them

for they are homes flooded

homes that were once ours

Another dawn rises

it is the same at sea

An endless room with no boundaries 

A Doberman

Whelping as waters enter him

thrusting their way through

uninvited

as he remembered the woods

his glorious master

running

running

a familiar shadow behind him

until it disappeared

he was lost among the trees

lost forever 

Until he became the shadows

longing

A Havanese

who remembered

running to catch the butterflies

in green meadows 

until the grasses disappeared

the only light he saw

came in through grated windows

barks left him

only to disappear into

the dark passageways 

Where nothing grew

constriction 

The Pomeranian

small and flimsy

nibbling the warm fingers 

that cradled her to sleep

the smell of food

and warmth

of the little things

kept at her cot

they were gone

all the world looked so foreboding

larger that the grasped hands 

that were her home

choked

She ran

towards abandonment

through the roads fenced with barbed wires

through the grassless grounds

running towards the sun

which seemed so near

she wondered if 

she could reach out to touch it

with her paws

She was too beautiful to exist among ruins

The spaniel

wondering

if the light cracking the sky wide open

was the door that Little Dori opened

bringing light to his dark room

telling him stories 

of monsters and dwarfs

dancing with him 

barefooted 

before she slept

tired

Was it her stillouete he saw

As he bayed to the moon?

drowning

 

drown did Isay

I hope we do

I hope we lay shrouded with sand

in this seabed to slumber

with the seaweed caressing us

the currents that will reach the shores 

on the other side

asking the shells

to sing our woe

until our swollen bodies float upwards

for on the shore

lies cages that chain our mouths

two holes for eyes

where we see but the treacherous world

never the human we cared for

where we only smell evil

and danger

where we are reduced

where our manes bleed

with the fights and endless struggles

to belong

this sea swallows us

it is a place where 

we fight even with the water

to propell us onwards

our tired feet drown

leave no pawprint behind

only 

silence as we move onwards

treacherous shores

Onto a kennel 

Made of Dust.