An Ancient Dog Grave, Unearthed During Construction of the Athens Metro

An Ancient Dog Grave, Unearthed During Construction of the Athens Metro

Stallings, A E

It is not the curled up bones, nor even the grave

That stops me, but the blue beads on the collar

(Whose leather has long gone the way of hides)

The ones to ward off evil. A careful master

Even now protects a favorite, just so.

But what evil could she suffer after death?

I picture the loyal companion, bereaved of her master,

Trotting the long, dark way that slopes to the river,

Nearly trampled by all the nations marching down,

One war after another, flood or famine,

Her paws sucked by the thick, caliginous mud,

Deep as her dewclaws, near the riverbank.

In the press for the ferry, who will lift her into the boat?

Will she cower under the pier and be forgotten,

Forever howling and whimpering, tail tucked under?

What stranger pays her passage? Perhaps she swims,

Dog paddling the current of oblivion.

A shake as she scrambles ashore sets the beads jingling.

And then, that last, tense moment-touching noses

Once, twice, three times, with unleashed Cerberus.

A. E. STALLINGS* is an American poet residing in Athens, Greece. Her first collection, Archaic Smile (University of Evansville Press), won

the 1999 Richard Wilbur Award.

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