TRAGIC Poem: The Call of the Faithful, by Gail Epps

There is no known tone like the sound of grief
when bellowed through the fleshy baritone pipes
of a loyal Golden Retriever at the very moment that he realizes
that the always loving hand of his human mother is no longer in
his reach.
That sound, that pitch, so primal, booming and intended to
summon the ancients to get busy and start shaking the deepest
ground and highest peaks to
ignite a stampede to shake the Earth off it’s axis
and return to him his mother
and her particular frequency of love.

Goldens were genetically engineered over time
to be the most faithful, smart, loyal and deeply loving
companions in their relationships with humans.
However, they were not programmed to process grief.
Sweet Sam short circuited and
emitted a tone intended to wake the dead
but instead
his eyes filled with salty pools.

Yes, dogs cry too
when they lose the scent
and there is no relief
from that one particular
Frequency of grief.

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