CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 2
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He has lived here for years
the snortling old dog with the soft
tan forehead - dull brown eyes
and now in my blankets
he is dying the back legs always go first
in the early hours of night he
yelps
stumbles burning into my bed - with
the heat of grisly arthritus
- I sleep on the floor
there is no money for him - as with
most old forgotten things - quiet
laughter at his lack of bowel control
his dribbling grey chin
I am alone with is sickness my grief
His twelve years of living with me
Are quickly spent and could have been better
Sometimes I know - no time for sentimentality
The hours are slow in his pain - for me the
Quiet luxury of a dying pet -
He has always been looked after practically speaking
Soon I will carry him trembling to the veterinary
Surgeon - and his last shallow breath will accompany
Me for awhile back to the house - he was always a
Young dog and died that way I will feel
The life leave him - will I have the strength
To hold him - the money to pay for his end
In the end its all that counts. | |
This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name. |
