I have
Thus far
Lost only
Three of the living
That impacted upon me
Any discernable change
Not bad going I suppose
For one of my age
In this town
In this time
We are not called to arms as
Our grandparents were
Or locked in small rooms
Holes drilled in our skull
At the slightest mention of
A second voice in our head
And people laugh when I say
That the 3rd body no longer present
Was a cat
But he was a beautiful thing
More so than most people
I’ve known before or since
People who so often
Seem unable to remain silent and just
Be.