A Dog Has Died by Pablo Neruda

Why did it die
like a machination without oil
all the trouble the paint
the toil of growing
out coat-shag
and cold wet nose
scally-swag

Material for consumme
life takes back
what is given
my best friend-ship
nothing
forbidden

Communion
leaves me sad
porcupine bristle
wind tickles
tormentations
no exag

Mange-y me I
will man
no time for vanity
gazing horizon
feet-looking toe the sky
ask
for nothing

and be surprised