Indictus Poem by Mike Finley

What can be done
for the damn old dogs
knobby of kneecap
with frosted muzzles

They who presumed
so much one time
so hobbled by
arthritis now

That can't be a ticket
you are writing me officer
It must be a citation
for sky high fidelity

For endless love
A lifetime of serving
give or take the
occasional knockdown

which even then
was a token,
a placeholder
for all that was love

They care not for poems
well maybe a little
what they seek is the touch
of the other upon them

It is what makes living
apart from their kind
acceptable, an
improvement even

We hoist them to heaven
with our bipedal ways
they tear the mowing
of a handful of words

They wait even now
eyes cloudy from wind
the hand is coming and
they greet it, red tongue