With the dogging star not far behind,
Silhouettes of clouds gently floating by
An eerie silence descends upon the world.
Humid air sets an orb around the moon
And our exhalations around the earth.
While the city sleeps on its decaying bed,
Millions of multi-storied floors are sleepless,
Casting darker shadows against the sky.
An astray dog seeks the pack faraway
With wailing, lost amid that labyrinth
Of ditches and open sewerage paths.
As if some terrible war last night was waged
Against the roads, invisible to naked eyes
And inaudible to human ears;
For another pack of street dogs last night
Cried and cried in unison
Almost till the dawn as if they were
Hearing some horrid tale of woe
Straight from the blazing pits of hell.