My Dog Too Has Died

Old friend!
My dog too has died
and mama’s compound
has been tidied by a hired
hand, a filcher of my pride
there’s absence of the
familiar barks, now
instead, an eerie silence
A familial forsake

Old friend!
My dog too has died

And
the home trees now waste their
shades, their efforts
lost to dark days
so they stand naked in April
and mourn seasons lost
i too, i too am fated to die
with compassions


And
her thoughts stride afar and
back to her little world they
return with echoes of little ones
playing, reassuring
and this is,
her utmost joy denied

And
the villain, the thief of joy
rebel of kowtow
a boy once loved, is
tucked away in tow
with the wretches of the earth
enveloped and lost
in unbecoming dreams
and a tender heart in limbo




"To the spirit of Sergei, the birchtree poet, a tortured soul" © lak'wab asis 2011 All rights reserved