The arthritic dog's tail
Weakly taps out its remaining heartbeats,
Ears erect to muffled sobs.
Master slinks out the front door
Of the veterinary clinic.
Something is very wrong...
"You're lucky he didn't kill you. You know
you shouldn't be out alone at this hour."
She hears the words.
She sees the blood on her torn blouse.
Nothing is making any sense...
Consciousness unkindly shows up
Just as the doctors are commenting on how
satisfactory the operation had been
And he's staring at the two stumps
Where there ought to be legs
Trying to comprehend...
The bottom of the boat is so hard and dirty
And he can't breath
Because of all the air
And he tries to swim away,
But just flops and flops.
Nothing seems right...
Face smashed into the ground,
The Oak feels its roots still tenaciously
gripping the earth,
But the great slab of dirt is perpendicular;
The sky's in the wrong place.
It doesn't seem possible...
In the morning, I wake up
Morning after morning
And you're never, never there...