
BEST FRIENDS
- We did
- with the image of our fears
- to mourn at the gates, in the stag-
- even the most brief.
- to beg for food on the table
- and to look at us with those eyes
- huge painful
- and to stay with us
- when our children to flee,
- and sleeping in our beds
- in the darkest nights,
- and shakes when it thunders
- like us in our
- childish fears.
- We have made sad eyes,
- loving, loyal,
- fearful of life without us.
- We have cultivated their dependence
- and grief.
- We keep them as reminders of our fear.
- We love
- as the hosts without
- recognition of our own terror
- of the grave, and abandonment.
- hold my leg
- I'm dying.
- sleeps on my coffin,
- wait for me,
- with sad eyes
- in the way
- which curve beyond the cemetery wall.
- I hear barking,
- I hear your mournful howl-
- oh, all the dogs I have loved
- carry my coffin,
- howl at the sky without moon
- and go to bed with me sleeping
- when I'm dead.
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