Bill Grace - Burying Loved Dog

In days of old
Burying the loved dog
The swing of the pick when necessary
To break the difficult ground
Each spade of earth that told of love
A grave deep enough the earth would cover death's scent
Protect from critter marauders
Grief in its necessary love
Began with the healing of the unspeakable earth.

Bill Grace

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