Poemdog

Dogs 2018

THE LANGUAGE OF TEARS
(5/17/18)

I watch
them
drip

listen
as well
to the sobbing
soundtrack

this sensory
input
should be
communicating
something
to me

but nothing
changes
inside

I understand
their reaction

I am not
stupid

entirely

but I
have no
empathy
for those
emotions

I am adrift
in a foreign
land

surrounded by
miasmic
mutterings

responding
in kind
is difficult

not only
that

such a display
by me
would be forced

contrived

obviously
phony

I choose
to remain
true
to my nature

dry eyed

steady

I put
a hand
on a shoulder

"there there"

I say

"that's OK"

as they wonder
why
they were left

with only
me
for consolation