One bright day
Merry around the square block
The happy brown dog and girl went
At the top of their street
The leash slipped
The brown streak
Slashed crimson
Blue steel squealed
On a perfect sunny street
In slow motion help poured
From every door
Like the open gush of the hydrant
Mothers apron cradled the head and pressed the dear gashed belly
All askew on the asphalt
Fathers brown hands so gently lifted
I still taste my tears
Remember the whole street turning out
And sadly grieving
Such a sweet
dog
And I still taste tears as
I wonder past the years
Where our sorrow and care
Gushes forth
for our sweet young men?