She tends the white dogs
without her they die
falling snow like soldiers guns
killing the little to afford death

Because hunters shot a dying hangman's belly
Because I don't have white arms
Because her wound bleeds into air
Because legs can't take her where she limps

and because to have proportions
no spot of know in there
and I'd say what are my deep because that her in a

by Andy, James, Raelle and I (Out of the blue)
Written in English 9 honours class.

Some things are better if they don't make sense.