Silent Muse
Pale eye sockets filled
with dirt
the wafer-thin bones
lining a nasal cavity
still with a few scraps
of worm-white flesh attached.
A lower jaw, detached.
Nothing else.
No trace of ribs or
legs, gone into the earth,
becoming earth
with fur and tail gone
also.
This poor creature,
dead six months,
a daughter's beloved
pet
washed off with a hose.
Molars fall, though
incisors still grip the jaws
though less greedy now.
My daughter doesn't
want him back
this little silent
muse.
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