Old and fat
my cat
shaped like a swollen liver
can greenly stare into those parts of me
which only he can enter
carries as much memory between his
bitten ears as i
carry in my lungs
like:
your hand touching
and the sound of your laugh
buoyed by the constant recollection
of seeing his recollection
in a pool of deep ruby red
hissing and sizzling
on original sand
beneath a blue and
careless sky
.
Niall Griffiths
.