OldA Poem by AtticusThis starts from a personal experience, when I was a vet assistant. He was the first dog I had to hold for euthanization. This also talks about my dad who is certainly still alive.I walked a boxer named Marlow to his grave, Held him down while he looked at me with Tired eyes buried in wrinkles like my father. Daddy played football in high school, took a nasty fall To his back which he believes is the cause of his struggle. Daddy what’s wrong I ask him when he groans, leans against
the table. I done got old too soon he says to me My favorite line from Cajun Night Before Christmas Though we are by no means Cajuns. Christmas time and like kids all three of us are piled on
the couch Hot chocolate in our hands, warm winter teasing us with 50
degree weather. We curl up together and listen close though the youngest of
us Is sixteen and stupid. I lean against my father’s creaking
shoulder. Breathing in, he is wood and coffee and marijuana. Breathing in, Marlow is taking last beautiful gulps of air. His legs don’t work but he’s only four. Marlow you done got old too soon I tell him before the
doctor Tries to find the vein and prick him with liquid death. Marlow looks at me the whole time he is dying like he Knew me before I brought him from his kennel. His last breath already blew, I lift his sixty pounds of now
dead Weight into his casket of an empty extra large Science Diet
dog food bag. I slip off his leather collar before we close his body up. I breathe in the leather and dirt. My father breathes in leather and dirt, tending his garden
in the backyard, His knees rebuilt and groaning as he stands. Twenty years
more, he falls hard On his back, broken ankle, spilled begonias, shattered clay
pots. Daddy you done got old too soon I tell him. We lift his body of two hundred pounds and dump him in his
casket of pine, Us kids gathered around and reading the Cajun Night Before
Christmas like we were all five. You done got old too soon. © 2013 AtticusAuthor's Note
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