Little Elegy

LITTLE ELEGY
apologies to Donald Justice

Weep, all you women
who prize good looks and fur:
Teira the cat is dead.

A woman much like you
kept her for seven years
close as a little sister.

She suckled where she pleased,
kneaded dough from breast to breast,
and fed, sometimes, licking the lips.

Oh, lucky cat. But time
plucks from the lap
even the softest, the most favored.

Red are the eyes of her mistress now.
On us, her remaining admirers,
they will not focus.

— for Teira, 2008-2015

  

(this is a ripoff of Little Elegy, by Donald Justice … do read his poem)

  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: