((More poetry! This poem came from a difficult time in my life. Of course, I am now the happiest, giddiest person on the planet, but I still I have a tendency to write very dark, metaphysical, nihilistic themes. I suppose it's a good way to flush out all my violence and negativity.))

The Cur

What do you see?
He cannot speak
He cannot write.
In the light of the moon
All you can do
Is look into those eyes.
What do you see?
A galaxy, conceptual, one of comprehension?
A religious relic, loyalty, undying love for thee?
Or a bitter void, the most human he can be,
Acceptance and stale thoughts,
Trudging on aching paws,
Flesh dripping from his maws,
Staring into an orange sun,
Then looking back at his silhouette,
That of a wolf’s, possibly,
Just a cur, without that much fur.
He looks into the fading night, of stars and dark blue sky.
Does he see,
A galaxy, conceptual, one of comprehension,
Pure wonder and enlightenment?
A religious relic, loyalty, undying love for thee,
A dreaded howl as he longs for you?
Or is it a bitter void, the most human he can be,
Acceptance and stale thoughts,
No stars, no glistening,
Just a stagnant blue void,
And the cur,
A scoundrel, a mongrel,
He wonders,
This is life for me,
A never ending search for the grandest feast,
A feast he will never love,
A feast that will cease to amaze,
Just the grandest feast,
That’ll let him live a little longer.

Analysis:
The cur, or dog, is a symbol for loyalty, commitment, and friendship, and those concepts are crushed by the acceptance of the void, bitterness of life. The dog, an animal who has close relations with humans, does not seem to comprehend life’s philosophies, as he cannot speak or write. But his eyes reveal three possibilities of philosophy, the simple fascination with nature and the love for humanity and all creatures, life being driven by religion, love and discovering yourself, and finally, nihilism, bitter acceptance, and the failure to see the stars in the sky. The dog becomes a feral creature, a scavenger, pondering his soul and wondering why he keeps on moving, with no religion, human, or excitement. He concludes that the reason for finding food is only to keep living a little longer.