SHANG IS GONE

The strongest of the strong collapsed
before the years, spreading, finally relaxed.
Her blackness in the laps of us all, unreadily,
as if night were and covering in necessity
all the house white marble with her ebony.
Fluffy blacked carpet, where no one steps.
Just revere and embrace the female dog, our rap.
The night not made to be walked on. Never forget.
Empty theater, loneliness in our home, after she’s gone.
Asked for nothing, just peace of mind to the next throne.
Night never dies, only disappears come back later, alone.
In our memories she left through a door, going door after door.
Which kept opening to a new dimension, without front door.
She took the stars, little almond eyes, which shined on our floor.
Black muscles, black tongue, drumming of immense lungs,
the fluffiness of the fur, howling.... Our friend pet, Shang.
Little ears stuck up like kites, they folded into any horizon.
The brightness of her constant joy, saying I am leaving.
After fulfilling her guardian mission, good bye giving.
Erased from memory in a contrast between dying and living.
This night that is gone will never return. No more trying.
There is no more sun that shines after. No pleasure in shining,
In our home, she is the first night that’s gone. No returning.
Shang was the absolute certainty of permanent lover loving.