A stick is a companion,
Something more than a dog —
No drool subservience in demand then —
Teeth bared, clot hawked, throat clogged —
Comrade tire iron’s into cogs rammed
As words’ firedog, leverage in logjam.
A bicycle is an animal servant,
Something of a hunting dog, something less:
Obedient, straightforward under duress,
No riotous soul caught reeling, swervant.
It takes one glance at your companion —
That other body — to confirm it the essence
Of will to accompaniment never to be abandoned,
Friend mechanism of embodied presence.
Firedog – Here, an andiron.
Swervant – Swerving (a neologism).