Grieving Remains

My dog's dispersed remains stipple
a grave-sward where she'd often play;
confounding ash and shards cripple
remembrance--just a name I say.

These scattered bits of bone and teeth--
like faded script on weathered stone,
rendering remnant facts--bequeath
the image of themselves alone.

Such barren transubstantiation--
aftershock of her decease--
expels the past from contemplation,
robbing grief of slow release.

Let sun-bleached fragments leach in loam;
let memory be her final home.