I see a dead puppy. Crushed, upon the road. Hit by a speeding car.. Or van, or bus….

I continue to cross the road. My face does not change Except that the smile that I usually have Has been wiped off. The usual humming on my lips Is stilled. Oh, yes, my tears flow.. But not from my eyes. They drip down into my soul And heart. I feel The fleeting nature of life; The eternal presence of death. I wonder why the little puppy was born If it was only to die so soon.

My eyes are as blank and unseeing As that dead puppy on the road Whose sight, fixed on Eternity Drags me too, to the unfathomable Mystery of what is, and is not.

There are tears.. But only I can feel them. Tomorrow, the puppy will be gone… And so, too, my tears of today As I carry on with life, Putting off pondering on death To the next time I see it before me.