POEM STARTER
Inspired by Reagan Stanton
Write a poem about decay.
Normally associated with death and disease, decay is also vital in nature for the next generation of life. What perspective will you take?
Canid Cranium
I found a dog skull
in the woods
It was the skull of a dog
not some coyote or wolf or fox—
this i’m certain of.
It had man’s touch pressed into
it’s shortened snout
and loyalty smoothed
into it’s rounder shape
I wondered about the dog it was
before it was just a skull in the woods
before teeth marks made their jagged tattoos
in the crest of eye sockets
I stared at it’s moss-covered form
centered in a clearing
almost slightly on its side
and I thanked the forest for giving it
a funeral
and the moss for making it feel
not so alone
and the pine needles for giving it
a soft bed
and the birds for singing to it
day after day
and I thanked the sun for kissing the bone
for no dog
dead or alive
should feel cold.
So I lifted him from the ground
gentle
and I promised the forest I’d take
good care of him
and I brought him home
and picked the vines off
and shooed the bugs away
and took great care to scrub the dirt
soft and slow
‘You’ve done a great job,’
I tell the vines and bugs and dirt
‘But I’ve got him now.
You’ve done a great job,
but it’s my turn to watch him now.’
And I promised to love him;
a pinky swear to the sun
a gentle kiss from the vines and bugs
and dirt
to continue that sacred vow
to care for him
sweet and soft
until it’s the forest’s turn
again.
I’m not crying, you are