His son digs a grave in the yard.
xxIt’s for his dog, thick-necked Loki,
xxnamed for a Norse God.
xxLoki tore up roots, ate rocks.

His ex caresses the lifeless canine.
xxHer tension seeps. Unsettled soil,
xxearth turned over, in the garden
xxwhere we’re getting married.

She pats the concealing mound,
xxLoki in a gritty cavity, underground
xxhome for abandoned cocoons,
xxarachnids, scraps of bone.

Pale green snakes coil on the grass.
xxHis son sobs. Loki was loyal,
xxentangled his entrails, died young
xxI should heap the tunnels with petals.

We’re taking vows in September.