Sing my dying dog

Howl for the immortal world

Pant from your dead eyes

Humid breath hitting me fast

Your canine soul ascending

You still feel so young

Tiny paws pitter patting

Now limp in my palm

I’ll ferment with you, here, Dog

While we are above the soil

I’ll buy us a bed

One final furr to face nap

Oh my girl - so dead

Someone get my iron gun

I can’t leave you alone, run

Till stars light you paths

Never heel and keep going

Till you find my grave

In some sixty sad years time

You can show me your new trail