Brad's Obituary

Looking up dabbing,
the dance,
since mother asked,

finding instead brad
has died,
boston terrier

that went downhill
fast.
In a couple

minutes
will
finish

whitewater
rafting
through rougher

channels
than this. 

Lays siege to the

cliffside,
lashes out against
arcane crypts,

forms rifts
between kneeling
birds, tweets

adequately.
Elsewhere mother
tosses the news

upward reaching
her daughter,   

the dog has died.