A fairly new poem. What do you think?

Inevibility

Waiting for the spotted dog beside me
to be gone, skinless bones buried
under yard trees in perfect grass
we mow and mourn.

Waiting for the father down the road
to finish his fit, at 87,
draped in a flag, tagged out
as if in a game of catch.

Waiting for endings of all beginnings
To wrap our lives in
garments whole and safe as armor,
shielding from the naked chill of loss.