What? Just leave him here. His grown.
How could you, my wife protested
He used to sleep down near my feet,
Reading Gilgamesh for my term paper that semester
Imaging him solely sad on the floor.
Damn it! I said. I went to our old
I saw our drunkard roommate
Playing an “O” ring on his cigarette smoke, at the gate
How was Jake, I asked. Whose Jake?
The Dog. What? …The DOG JAKE!
Disposed his cigarette butt flying circular on the air
The car hit him hard that day
you guys moved
We gave him a merciful kill after
Thinking his carcass
naked on the stove
Headless fur coat ditched
The drunkard salivated
As the baseball bat crunched
Whimpered, I vomit —