ON CATS AND SEPARATION
Posted: June 16, 2012 Filed under: Poem | Tags: Cats, Poem 1 CommentTwo cats
captured in mock bronze
neither cheap
nor tawdry
“an approximation of the Real McCoy”
you once stated.
Of the divine Rosie and Malika
who smelled of hot fur,
straw from the cattery,
vile food
and, occasionally,
grass and vomit!
Their vitality,
their lithe writhings
were
oh
so
real.
This statue, this mocking bronze
cast
amongst myriad memories
of you
smells, now, of nothing.
Not even the desolation
I once managed to attribute to it.