Despair seeps up a flooded home My once full heart a gutted dome At dusk my eye dissects the grains Old men walk by on canes who As boys ignored pains of sprains He s**led my teet, I buckled his feet They say I'll be happy if I move to the farm Losing a puppy is like losing an arm Dig for my own bloodied bone But find only mudded stone In anothy world, my clone Studies how her puppy'd grown She can hear him screaming When he breaks his leg skiing "Hurts me as much as you," I tell him Losing a puppy is like losing a limb