Some wise folk may like to imagine god
By deep or towering philosophy
Whose good faith remits, though fear has begot
Prophets who promote inhumanity.
This earth was subdued by science, our rod.
Old gods we beat and by reason defeat,
Mystic with logic, grand knowledge replete.
Yet our vacuums beg for meaning, poor sods!
But it was my fate to befriend a dog,
A dumb beast taught me faith and loyalty.
So at the end, when I buried that cog,
I thought about my own mortality.
I learned then the truth of dog, friend and god:
A dog’s death was his god’s epiphany.