Our land

Smells like dust
Catches my throat

Lonely as two
Lost in novelty

Runs out, in
Rolls in dirt

Dry, hard ground
Fake foreign land

Strange movie scene
Sermonising with me

Dog as director
It amuses me

Directing the soy
Dancing their dance

In this place
This, our land

Dog and me
Alone in fields

Nowhere to go
Nowhere to be

Time ignores us
A bubble moment

Dogs don’t believe
Time doesn’t exist

We just stand
In soy fields