your white fences are dark tonight
as autumn leaves say gentle goodbyes
your pillow is wet as` i talked to
your dog in Auckland. asked him

if you love me? or what non-sense
has gee conjured up as you gently sleep
a tear for the unspoken dog that speaks
to me. nods. as pain goes away and I

search for christ to wash his wounds
i take your dog to church tonight
bath him with holywater. pary for
you. I know…I somehow know…what it is

to lose a soul that cares for you.