More Proof That There Is No God

(For Yossarian)

 

 

            I got up

            Went to get a drink

            The dog wanted out

            I let him out and

            Left the door cracked

 

            I lost myself in

            Thought about the novel

            And I went upstairs

            And wrote some of the novel

 

            I came back down because

            The dog was quiet

            And the dog is never quiet

            And the dog was still outside

            The door still cracked

 

            Outside the dog wasn’t there

 

            I woke the girl

            Drove around

            Yelled for the dog

            Looked up ten blocks,

            Down ten blocks

            Left ten blocks

            Right ten blocks

 

            Nothing

 

            So we go home and

            Call the humane

            Society

            And I

            Call the dog

            And I

            Call the dog

            And

            There’s no dog

 

            So I walk around back

            On a whim

            Calling the dog

            And

            There’s a dog

            With a death ashen pale face of horror

            Staring at me

            Staring at me

            Saying nothing

            Barking nothing

            It looks stuffed

            And my first thought is

            How did he die

            Sitting up?

 

            I am happy to see him

            So I call him

            He doesn’t get up

 

            I go over and look at him

            See a little blood

            Then he stands up

            Somehow

            Walked around the gate

            And I see the bone in his

            Back left leg

            And the muscles

            Hanging like

            A piece of chicken skin

            And I realize

            He’s a goner

 

            I carry him in

            And wrench my back

            And we go to the vet

            And the vet tells us

            Money you don’t have

            For a three legged dog

            And I say

            Money I should have

            For a three legged dog

            And the vet tells us

            Money you don’t have

            And we agree

 

            And they stick the needle in the vein

            And the vein doesn’t take

            And they stick the needle in the vein

            And the vein doesn’t take

            And they stick the needle in the vein

            And the vein finally takes

            Then they pump him full of

            This time a pink liquid

            And he stops breathing

            But his heart doesn’t stop

 

            “He doesn’t want to die, it would seem”

            The doctor says

            Which his a very bad thing to say

            To people whose dog is being

            Put to sleep

 

            Then they pump him full of

            This time a pink liquid

            And she nods

            Like it’s a good thing

 

            And we lift the body onto the cart

            Still petting it

            And we hug it

            And we pay our ninety dollars

            And we walk out with a collar

            And humanity falls a little farther

 

            And can someone please tell me

            Why two dogs have to die

            In six months?

 

            And can someone tell me why

            Money you don’t have

            To people whose dog is being

            Put to sleep

 

            And can someone tell me why

            When I was looking for him

            A man driving a car slowly through neighborhoods

            Who I didn’t give a second thought

            Because I didn’t know my dog was hit yet

            Didn’t stop to tell me

            He hit my dog

            And apologize?

 

            And can someone tell me why

            The best thing in life for me

            Creative inspiration

            Made me so absent minded

            That I let my dog get away

            That it is now my fault he is killed?

 

            And can someone tell me why

            When I heard the dog get hit

            As I remember later

            After all is over

            A screech bam that I just

            Spaced over because I was writing

            And because my neighborhoods have a lot of

            Screech bams,

            I didn’t investigate?

 

            I think the likely reason for

            All of this is because

            When I was ready to give up and

            Go in for the night

            Instead I went to the back yard

            For no damned reason at all

            And found the dog

            Trying to die alone

            And wouldn’t let it

 

            Because it is my curse

                                 my name

                                 my heart in life

            To take in the errant things around me

            And save them from dying alone

            To create for them something better

            And to make for sadness a home

 

            Yossarian, I am sorry.

            I am sorry for what I have done.

 

            Nine months and dead

            Nine months and dead

            He doesn’t want to die, it would seem

 

            Short changed my soul, God.

            How can you pay me back

            Money you don’t have?