There are men I have mourned
less than dogs; for men know
they are mortal, they know death,
and that all their days are lived
under its spell, that the hair can
break, the sword can fall, and
the man can die at any time.
But a dog knows only life,
a dog is immortal, as is any being
that doesn't know it has to die,
that all the years of running
will end in a breathless still.
Death is not a realm a dog ever
explores with its mind, yet where part
of a man lives from his early days,
ever going farther through his years,
until the hair breaks, the sword falls,
and he inhabits it fully.
So there are men I have mourned less
than dogs, for when a man dies
a mortal dies. He knew his fate,
now it's here, and that's all there is.
But dogs I have mourned like
one mourns an immortal broken
by some great god's wrath
at the bright noon.
24.03.2023
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