Come, my mad Crazy Jane Come, my mad Crazy Jane and let me brush your long dark hair you with the dying dog in your arms but hold him, hold him til the end and then a little longer because life is what we have and life after life is a promise and life after death is a threat Come, my mad Crazy Jane and tell me of your silent love as you wait with an empty bowl and the dog at your feet and you don't know if the dog is living or dying and you don't know if you are living or dying Come, my mad Crazy Jane and don't let your irreverent lover kick your dog as he chants, "Dog is God spelled backwards" laughing at his own backwards wit (the misanthropic attitude, the existential platitude) You laugh because anything would be funny and everything he says is sacred when you are waiting for a Word Come, my mad Crazy Jane priestess of animal love let me brush your long dark hair as you sob your goodbyes to the warm love of the animal and the cold love of the buffoon Holy was your love of the love made flesh Holy are your tears for love Holy is your long dark hair ~XineAnn