The dog could not deny what it had found it was
snuffling sniffing out in a few days the dog had more
to sniff than was good for it and for its master
falling to his knees beside the corpse
lying under floorboards flagstones wrapped in seaweed
filthy false unworthy traces of her
his love who'd vanished just like that
between the pencils puppets pans and pins
the things he'd hoarded useless pointless and important
crucial signs and symbols signposts objects
he once collected should have glued for her.
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