and they were all connected

like water with the wind,
their strands were all dissected,
their hands and hearts were pinned,
their pasts were resurrected-
they made stamps out of their sins,
their walls were white and washed they never
blinked to see a picture
their calls quietly severed
they never stopped to think it injured
their paws did lose all padding
their gaze did lose adding
like water in the wind
their strands were all dissected
they hold their stamps out heavy
they fold their arms as levee
they close their eyes as curtains
they draw their mind for shelter