13 October 2009

Saying Goodbye


my old dog is dying
he won't look at me
in a way that say’s don’t worry
this is just a slight aberration
asserts that no-fuss personality
I always relied on

I choke back tears try to
convey a strangling sorrow
but he wobbles away without
comment; it’s so sad, he’s
much more the man of me
than ever I am

just yesterday
he lay in my lap contented
again the eternal pup at home
with his earth and his origins
where fanged legends howl
frank admiration

today he knows he’s dying
but he won't let me pray
for him or evoke icons
he’ll die as he must
it’s simply his way
of saying goodbye
© 1 September 2009, I. D. Carswell