Early Saturday Morning

Somehow, despite the fact that
He is a hound dog,
Your death surprised me, Serpent
I don’t like to think of him
Chasing you, catching you
Shaking you, killing you
Not because I lament
Your death, but because
He is my favorite dog and
I have a habit
Of kissing his nose, and
It disgusts me
That he touched you
Because you are the essence
Of repugnance
Especially in death
The way you lie
Like coiled rope
Your pale underbelly visible
Your head obscured
My dog must have found you
A while ago because
Your white belly is
Turning blue
And you are already
Beginning to stink
Even in death
You are both
Malicious and fascinating
But you do not belong
In my home.