T.S. Eliot, she stood hovering over the frozen fur-filled
body of the family cat—
freezer-burned with love.
Our patriarch drove the tractor that dug a hole big enough
to be filled with years of grief, belief, and
hope.
We’ve all lost so much more than a cat over the years—
Every three years a body’s
added to our pile of grief,
belief.
We didn’t need Nostradamus to predict this one—
cat dies young like the
rest of us.
Our family crest, a caduceus given by Apollo.
As she continued to read the poetic words from the
electronic tablet,
I juxtaposed the surrounding
nature with the technology
of the tablet being used.
Like Richard Brautigan, “I like to think…of a cybernetic
ecology where all are free of our labors and joined back
to nature.”
The whole damn world’s juxtaposed—
Life and Death
God and Satan
Republican and Democrat
Like all the others, now the cat’s juxtaposed
with the ground.
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