the friend

Posted by jan oskar hansen on April 26, 2015 at 5:40 AM

The Friend

I dislike morbidity the end of the world prophets,

yet there was a knock on my door, they were clearing

boulders from the field where I had buried my dog

between to big rocks, opened the bag a black bin liner

she was there ok, white bones and


This was a perfect Hamlet moment, but I’m not Yurok

and to use her head as a desk ornament  was not on.

There are no secrets in a hamlet, they knew the dog

remains belonged to me and I left the bag in the shed

till my wife discovered it. For the time being the dog’s bones

are in the back of my car, when driving I often see her face

in the back mirror, she wants closure. What we had is

memories something of no consequence the love

we shared, the flash when dog and man are in harmony




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