where will we go when I die?
my closet houses four—
a carved box, Dancer
the wolfhound;
flower-printed tin
Emma, smooth collie;
cedar box, a saluki
named Salaam;
fourth, rosewood
with brass nameplate,
elegant—Bodhi
the saluki
I regret
my first wolfhound
Kyle, not here buried
four miles away
mix my ashes with
my dogs’
a garden will claim us
Very existential poem. I think?