First Completed Poem Since Returning From Kenya (i tend to not write poems on my accord. honda accord)

Who are we
is what the wolves cried in the dark.
whats the desert like to the blind,
the vultures fly and beat their wings
theres no water but im thirsty,
my voice gets tired
and the wolves ask who are we,
i dont think theres an answer
neither do the others
but we try harder,
they say we're in this together
but they always grow apart,
and so we yell louder
asking who are we?