Four legged deity, with your gracious thumping tail.
Wash my feet with your holy tongue.
My backyard forager, finding all things putrid to offer as communion.
You crunch a squirrel carcass.
“This is my body.”
I don’t promise to repeat the ritual in remembrance of you.
I swear instead, to start each day kissing your sacred floppy ears.
I know an eternity wouldn’t be long enough of watching your frito feet twitch each night as you sleep.