Zayne

My friend’s dog has cancer
He does not notice and wish to document
The spring crocus
He simply wants to smell and piss on everything
And muddy his broken legs against the mill brick wall
To walk unhindered without distractions
Stopping only to notice and notice what notices him.

Nothing that lives passes death unnoticed
Something, however small, must die to keep us alive.

And this simply delights him.
Watching as I teach my son to quarter the chicken
We disguise the medicine with,
To enjoy these long unleaded spring walks
Up into the mountains.