Haikus for a Lost Dog
1.
She felt cold, tundra
of white, clean the firm silence.
Empty steppe links breaths.
2.
Wrapped in off-white sheets
her tail a permanent curve
she rests on old snow.
3.
Pillow replaces
her, bearing her scent after
she moves to smooth steel.
Haikus from a Lost Dog
1.
They freeze-dry their pets
in some countries, preserving
bodies, not just hides.
2.
In movies, women
sit on dogs and bury them.
Someone digs them up.
3.
For taxidermists
only outer hides remain.
My breath blows through fire.
