For Milo
The only flaw is death, and this flaw
(Remember!) Is invisible. My dog has a perfect paw and jaw and claw,
Blonde coat, muscles, and human eyes;
Every moment, his nose smells a subtle surprise,
And he has emotions just like me;
When I come home: a fountain of grateful, happy alacrity.
The only flaw is death, and death’s flaw
Has one cure: birth. Birth, the hero; death, the law.
They fixed Milo today. Looking in his eyes, I say, “give me your paw.”
He gives me his paw. The only flaw is death, and this flaw
Gives me everything: sleep, fear, sorrow, surprise, affection, awe.