DOG AT A FUNERAL
DOG AT A FUNERAL I feel the wailing dirge around me—a sad soprano of loss Accompany a heartless coffin to the grave. Here lies my master, a broken will of wretchedness Soon to kiss the earth that shades his bones. He was a good man (dogs too don’t speak ill of the dead) But for his weal’s sake, death was too good for him. Amidst these human eyes that speak gaudy bewilderment and pity, I see a veil dressed in the leering laughter of hypocrisy. As soon, though, as the unhallowed earth beds him— Th
