The Dog Poem by Valentin Busuioc

after my dad died
our dog broke the chain
and went straight to the tomb


it stayed there for several weeks


it had no tears in its eyes
did not scream
its gaze was just empty
looking to the ground


every once in a while
the priest gave its food
and caressed it


one day
when the whole village came to see it
it was not there anymore


I found only the yellowed grass on the grave


shaped like a dog
wrapped
closely to a man's chest