When We Died

6 March 2014

My dog died Before
I'd realized that I died First.
When he died he looked at me With
Silicon eyes and asked me to scratch the top of His
Behind as I always did. But this time his tail didn't gyrate as it Had
Yesterday.
Yesteryear.
I took him to the moon with me unleashed on My
Eighteenth birthday and He
Died right then and there for the Better.
I took him to the foot of my bed with four feet and He
Died for the Worse.
But still faithfully he wedged himself between my Body
And the coffin wall, and euthanized me With
The tender softness of a canine Tooth.