Speak to the one
who stays home, who barks
when you have a good dream.
He will die on, say, Christmas
or your birthday, where the loss
will seem greater than the gain,
and you'll forget that some loves
never start, that your mother kissed you
from the doorway.
When you have to either bury
or burn him, some might say,
"it's too bad dogs can't understand."
Ignore them
would be my advice.
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