How does one lay out a dog for burial?
Do it wrong and its ghost will circle
endlessly, unable to lie down.
Live dogs aren’t permitted in the cemetery.
We look for their stone snouts among the angels.
Has anyone considered that dogs may not want us
with them in heaven?
That we would frighten the wolves?
A cemetery is the last refuge of invisible friends.
Here’s someone with a map to celebrity gravesites.
Trees at Highgate need not fear the lifted hind leg.
They go wild, permitted
every extravagance except death.
I write these notes six weeks later
in a silence greater than any in all London,
sitting in the darkness,
trusting my faithful pen to find the way.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Passage to Exile
- Sacred Teachings of the Ancient Victorians
- Hedera helix
- Boneyard Dogs
- In Loving Memory
- One for Sorrow, Two for Joy
- Horror Fictions
- Curating the Dead
- Among the Brambles
- Heat Indices
- Grief Bacon
- If there were such things as ghosts
- The life of the body
- The Angel of Confession
- Death Angels