Requiem
The yellow eyes of the cat are broken.
Now we see what it really is, this thing between us
soft on tentative pads, with jagged teeth
it has stolen our breath.
Come now, sleep and again
forget your hard-edged impulse.
They know not what they do
these rooftop chimneys
singing open to the sky
pouring night down their throats.
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