Heavyside

Standard

You who knows her

ineffable name—

 

who made her black

and white and small—

 

who granted her

terpsichorean powers—

 

her unashamed felinity—

you looked at her and called her good

 

so why, when it was man

who fell, did they fall, too

 

put them in our broken hands

and they fall through

 

roses wither—so do we—

and therefore they

 

dominion is as much a curse

as thorny ground

 

for there is no vivat

no everlasting cat

 

but we sail on to heavyside

and in mercy they remain

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One response »

  1. I’m so sorry about your precious Spot …

    “The mystical divinity
    Of unashamed felinity
    Round the cathedral rang ‘Vivat’
    Life to the everlasting cat”

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