I waited three days before I moved
The rock and entered the cave where I
Had laid her to rest on a horse blanket.
She looked smaller than days before and
When a ray of sunlight, a pencil strokes
Of life, lit up her face her eyes reflected
Nothing but eternity; her coat had lost
Its radiance and her parted lips exposed
Yellow teeth, a silent scream of dread,
Caught in whirl of death.
The bible says nothing about salvation
For cursed curs, but believe it I will, if not
What’s the point in their devotion? To
Fallible man Sleep well my true friend,
I’ll carry your purgatory in my heart and
When spring comes we’ll roam the earth
Together.