Dogs, a dead mole, twinkles and the news

i love my dogs

but they killed a mole:

not because this act was required

to protect the pack

but because they are dogs

we buried the mole

by a stone near the front of our house

we were sorry and apologized

and the sky went black

and the heavens split wide open

and out fell all the stars

like broken lights
twinkle, twinkle, crash, nothing

beyond the horrible gap in the sky

i could just make out an enormous mole
sitting in a wild garden

reading a newspaper

he looked up briefly, squinted at me
through the the vast tear in the universe

and then went back to reading the newspaper

later that night, i lay in bed wondering

why the giant mole didn't have internet

and then i thought:

'maybe he does have internet

but he still likes to read the paper'

i went to work the next morning

and paused briefly by the stone

and the little mole grave next to it

i noticed small pieces of broken stars

they twinkled in the dirt