5 Nov 2015

Three down

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