My Dog

For Eileen Myles

away from joy
you walk a little
missing a tooth
discussing famous
black dogs
on the dead
chests of lovers
I just finally
heard
that unnoticed
silence
of never having
one again
it’s been with me
all my life
I saw mine
named after
a god
his body laid
out on the lawn
brown fur
dried blood
yes it’s wise pathos
this want to live
in my body
like a dog
not thinking
if stones
for human deaths
then what
for the other ones

Source: Poetry (September 2019)