Death of Dog

Like leaves in autumn he suddenly fades after bright life blaze
Instead of falling he clings to the twigs
Slow rain, storm’s end
Forever after, remembering life away, I say:
I’m not its master, I give up the fight, I want no claim

I still remember my dog’s howl
Still feel like a child when I’m in this house
Though I get older I hold less and less
Still feel like a child, like I’m innocent
Greens change to orange in autumn, they see nothing changing at all

It’s 7UP and the smell of the frozеn fries you made
And Anne’s еxcited, she’s taking the bus downtown with me
I’d never tell her before she upped and went away
How I loved the autumns we’d meet in the park
And talk about how it’s strange life goes on when we leave

I still remember the books that you left
Still feel like a child when I’m in this house
Though I get older I hold it less
Turned away from suffering of innocents

I still remember when Loubie died, felt just like a child when I cried
I couldn’t face it, the blow was too hard
My parents had him buried in the yard
Plants grow light leaves in the springtime
They cling to the body below