On the Spectrum of Possible Deaths
My friend said: write about the dog in The Odyssey —
four hundred pages in, I found him […]
[…] you expect the dog to give him away
with a lick or a yip, but this is not what happens.
Instead we are told that “death closed down his eyes,”
[…] But I wonder
if, for the sake of the shape of the plot
the author ought to have let him remain
for another line or two, if only to thump again his tail.
The whole poem is worth reading beyond these bare bones.
And so for day 2821