"The Articulated Body" by Donavon Davidson

Boys play        I understandnaked              streets in every townwithout a sound         go straight to hell.Black dogs           that need to escaperunning              from the sound of bellsin broken glass                 forces the heart open in every step.White dogs         appearing between buildings and treeschained                with women loved, men who wouldn't wish it on their enemiesin a fire             pretending their remains, the history of their teeth,can still be felt.Little boys           strangers arriving at all hoursblindly            giving affectionlearning house          one bruise at a time.Who are you             after years of searchinggoing to tell          you made a killing out therewho hasn't already heard            you had it coming every step of the way?