Greyfriars’ Bobby Notwithstanding
Let others mourn when we have died, when I
Have died, if that is what their inner selves
Require. Some humans may decide to cry
Yet cool in sepulchres along the shelves
Are jars that hold the final outcome to
Such tears. Black sealed up ashes answer all
Our questions to the fact of death. Its coup
Trumps. Final is its statement in a drawl
That lasts forever. If we die away from home,
Our cats and dogs may take a while to learn
That we are never to come back. Beneath the loam
Though some may be, their coffin is their urn.
We’ll never smile again with food and pet
Them. Finally they’ll curl up and forget.
~ Phillip Whidden