The Dog Poem by GEN Nelson

If you want to see me again,
Set your torches down and follow me
Though you may not hear me cryin',
My Dog waits for you to leave

I'm humble in the worst of ways
Take my pride—I've nothing left
The rain's been whispering all day,
But you do not hear her breath

Pushing daisies in the courtyard
Snapping off the willows tears
My sweet, I cannot bear to part
With all these sick and wasted years

A demon, purified as gold,
Guards me with his heart and soul
Though you may not feel his hold
I see his eyes, admirable and cold