i think in egypt of old they buried people with their pets, dogs, cats, birds. i'd like to out live my natural enemies and then be buried with copp, perhaps in little egypt where i went to school, maybe in jackson hollow below the floating turkey vultures, if they're still around.

but he's not my dog. you can't be buried with somebody else's dog. but i'll dream that perhaps we'll have a twin sky burial, in a tree by the chasm, wafted up in the bellies of vultures.