Day 203

In the morning I learn of the death by bombing
Of Refaat’s daughter and his infant grandson,
child he never met in this life.
In the afternoon I come home and find Caleb dead,
my dog who lived with me for nearly fifteen years.
Who crawled onto Ciel’s lap when he was three weeks old
and announced himself as our dog.  I am thinking of Caleb
caring for Refaat’s grandson in the other world
the way he did for years in my therapy room 
with child after child, themselves traumatized.
Caleb, Golden Retriever, who died peacefully in my kitchen
in the place he loved to lie in, afternoon sunlight
pouring through western windows. 
Refaat’s daughter and her infant son. Dead:
no such peacefulness.