Jerene

1.You selected the worm-blind runt
From a poisoned bitch's litter,
Cried when colic straightened it,
Nursed odd hours into the night,
Suspended the bare-gummed pup
Between your will and death.

2.This morning at the 3 a.m. check,
You found it warm with life,
But a strange bloom in its gut,
Stretched limp with mouth agape.

3.You wrapped it in a torn sheet,
In the ease of your arms held it,
Watched as I spaded the earth.
Stayed, even as it began to rain.