Death of a dog
Brown eyes
Trusting me with life
Not sad, not scared
Just secure that I would always be there
Protecting
Solicitous
Always the one to save you
The one to trust without reservation
But little did you know
That I, who stoked your head,
fed you chicken - was the one to fear
Yes me, the duplicitous one
The one who held you gently
While we drove to your death
The one who lied and softly rubbed your fragile frame
"Its alright girl, don't worry. You`ll be fine!"
Flushing with the shame of deceit
So I, the murderer's accomplice, held you firm
While he fixed the muzzle over your dear face
With appalling nonchalance
And stopped your sweet heart with the callous plunge
of a hypodermic
While you fell to your death
Still gazing at me with such love and trust
Never knowing how you were betrayed
Or how I cried afterwards
and shook with grief
A brandy in my hands
Heavy with black guilt
An image of a small white dog
dead upon a vets wooden table
Implanted with horrible certainty
That I will never forget what I did to you
My faithful dog.
