Sequence Poem by shimon weinroth

It might all depend on who came first
or how many cliches, dance on my lines
I walk the dogs, the dogs walk with me
lead me on. know the route as well as I

we contemplate the why of things
the stones, the rocks, the boulders
the sky the sun the earth
the dogs leave their messages, motion and wastes

I do measurements,
they are faithful unconditionally
have no need nor are they saddled
as caretakers of this universe,
why on earth, do we need so many janitors