Lying in State Isn’t it his dog we’re drawn to, his yellow lab retriever? Lying in the Rotunda. Close to his flag-draped, military coffin. Trained to stay, until she’s called to be of service. Somehow she knows he’s still here. And that wheelchair, against the wall, was his, too. A trainer thought to bring, to let her feel less anxious. To sense, if called, it was her job to sit under his shaking hand. Which she can’t see, it’s her leash he’s holding, inside the metal box. With the bone, he … (read more)
