The Pain Goes Right Through Me Poem by Gert Strydom

The pain goes right through me
when I find Tinkie smashed,
lying with popped out eyes,
in blood on her side.

Still this morning she played and barked
and impertinent, undaunted and somewhat silly
jumped up and down in front of the other dogs
and now I dig her grave.

The pain goes right through me
and my small white dog is gone and smashed by a car
and taken from life
and my head and hart burn while she stays in a hole.

l’Envoi
I wonder if my small innocent dog child
also will find a paradise on the other side
and the pain doesn’t want to disappear while the sun hangs bright in the sky
and I strike my despair up to the heavens and I am dumb, and bend and blind
as I cannot comprehend the deed from up high to allow it.