breakdown in my yard

'breakdown in my yard'

i was the first 

and last

to hold you.

i could not leave you

my intentions true;

i tell myself you knew that

as i scooped you into my hand.

ssh, small thing

what else could i say or do 

aside from cradling you against my chest.

i would have healed you

had i the chance

but you pissed your life out

from between my fingers

and i could not cup you

not anymore.

i buried you behind a tree.

i shoveled slowly.

i lowered you with care.

i went inside my house 

hid in the basement 

beside the washer and dryer 

fingers sticky with piss and dirt

and sobbed over a sparrow.

and sobbed over my father.

and sobbed over my dog.

i could not keep together 

any of the three.

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