On the Death of a Cat     

by sophie

  • On the Death of a Cat

            by Franz Wright

    In life, death
    was nothing
    to you: I am

    willing to wager
    my soul that it
    simply never occurred

    to your nightmareless
    mind, while sleep
    was everything

    (see it raised
    to an infinite
    power and perfection) — no death

    in you then, so now
    how even less. Dear stealth
    of innocence

    licked polished
    to an evil
    luster, little

    milk fang, whiskered
    night
    friend–

    go.

     

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    r.i.p. bridget, babycat

    june 1995 to june 19 2013

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