DEATH OF STONE

Five months ago
You were here
Running around the house
Now you are gone
And though you be no more
The sound of your paws
Still frightens
The frogs, lizards
And the newly-purchased goat
For Christmas

You passed away
Like a ghost in a castle
Our tears were more conspicuous
Than those of a still-born
Baby’s mother
Your spacious kennel
Still contains heaps
Of aromatic food
But who dares venture
When a puissant king dies
Even the shadow of his sceptre
Gives reason for panic
Fear and angst
Alas an imageless reflection
Of earthly reign

 
O Stone!
You were a king whose reign
Was brought to an immature end
By a hand colder than winter
And an injustice viler
Than a stolen verdict

To dog, king and Stone,

R. I. P…………………..+++.

 
The Ambic Philosophe

Copyright © 2006 Ambrose Thompson Arthur

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