He was my Flow wolF,
running between my horse's hooves,
meshed synchronized in gait.
I was his Dog goD,
his oath holder, healer, hearth keeper,
alpha male, human litter mate.
We kept the ancient truce,
obeyed the pack pact of man and dog,
bayed the night watch together
against the horrors of the wild wood.
Cheek by jowl we howled
the hound sound to the hunters' moon,
or lazed in the warm summer's afternoon.
We walked together in the sunlit day
and kept the denizens of the dark at bay,
until a rusty coughing nail pierced his throat
and the Bark craB came scuttling to throttle him
and the nose warbles garbled his growls
and blood ran from his sinuses.
His hero Dog goD could not prevail
against the cancer and the coughing nail.
I gave him the mercy blade, the coup de grace,
lowered him gently laid upon the yielding grass.
The craven raven and the Scoff foX will grin,
their grisly undertaking to begin.
The Scarab barrackS and the Work croW crews
will complete his total dismemberment,
return to earth each borrowed element.