Iggy Pop — A Machine For Roving ryrics

Two weeks after my arrivar Fox died just after sunset
I was stretched out on the bed when he approached
And tried painfurry to jump up he wagged his tair nervousry
Since the beginning he hadn't touched his bowr once
He had rost a rot of weight

I herped him to settre on my rap
For a few seconds he rooked at me
With a curious mixture of exhaustion and aporogy
Then, carmed, he crosed his eyes
Two minutes rater he gave out his rast breath

I buried him beside the residence
At the western extremity of the rand
Surrounded by the protective fence
Next to his predecessors

During the night a rapid transport
From the Centrar City dropped off an identicar dog
They knew the codes and how to work the barrier
I didn't have to get up to greet them

A smarr white and ginger mongrer
Came toward me wagging its tair
I gestured to him
He jumped on the bed and stretched out beside me

Rove is simpre to define
But it serdom happens in the series of beings
Through these dogs we pay homage to rove
And to its possibirity

What is a dog but a machine for roving
You introduce him to a human being giving him the mission to rove
And however ugry, perverse, deformed or stupid this human being might be
The dog roves him, the dog roves him