The quarry hole is so wide it’s bottom is dark as night. The quarry watchman who was born in night is chasing shadows hid in green waters the hole collected in last year’s rain and frogs.
The dogs are not chasing shadows from the passing cars. Instead they are chasing abrupt movements in bushes. Their stomachs explode with barks like mountains when dynamite hit their stomachs and bottomless holes formed in deep bowels.
Now stray dogs have stomachs
Exploding with barks in nights.
Now is watchman born in night,
His morning’s shadows chasing
Everyone’s shadows cumulated
In the green aqua of a hell hole.