Megan (quiet_flame) wrote in rattle_poetry,
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Poem of the Week


Chris Green
MY BROTHER BURIES HIS DOG

He moves furniture for a living, oversized bureaus and
beds for the rich. He is big now and dumb with love
that animals sense -- cats, dogs, squirrels, birds, his
pygmy turtles and rabbits, tree frogs -- they all take him
in, nuzzle his childhood scars, forgive his bad jobs
and girlfriends. The middle child who grew up telling us all
to fuck off -- now a grown man, calls me crying, Why my
puppy!
(His Great Dane is dead.) He sobs, and I
remember how we beat him -- Mom, Dad, nuns,
coaches, teachers -- I know I did. And like animals
before a storm, he has premonitions -- this time a dream
of me crying over Nina's corpse. He says, I want you to
think about that.
He says it because I'm the godless
eldest son who knows everything. So we carry his huge
dead dog from the vet to his truck to his backyard. He
digs a hole all day then lays her black body in the dark.
Weeping, he seals her in with a last block of sod, and
between the kiddy pool and the garage we embrace. He
whispers, I love you. And in that moment I knew what
animals know.
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this is lovely; thank you.
I love it.