Counting down the days till he dies,
My dog Seven,
Can’t hear, can’t see, can’t swim,
Time for him to go to heaven.
Counting down the days till he dies,
Breath like death,
Smells of moldy cheese and rotten fish,
Fur like nails, fur all over me,
So annoying.
Counting down the days till he dies,
Wanders the house at night,
Leaps off the end of the bed,
Like a Superman who can’t fly,
Falls, rolls…then walks away,
So annoying.
Counting down the days till he dies,
Howls when he’s lonely,
Howls when he’s sad,
Howls when…who knows why??
Makes me mad,
Makes me sad,
But mostly…so annoying.
Counting down the days till he dies,
Pees in the house,
Poops in the house,
Small brown footprints on the carpet,
Smells like death…
So annoying.
Counting down the days till he dies,
Felt something furry under my feet,
Tripped over Seven,
Fell like a meteor exploding into Earth,
Looked up & saw Seven shaking…
And I thought…
Time for Seven to go to heaven.
Now maybe I can get a snake instead…
– Cody Schlamp
The Hope Standard will be sharing slam poetry written by students in Hope Secondary’s Grade 9 Humanities class, led by teachers Maya Araki-Hoshowski and Kim Hollman, over the next month.
