Cat Religious

Into pieces

You're not free until you break into them

It is pain, 

that is your best friend

Your proof of entry

Calloused

From a crucible

of your own personal struggle

There is not shame

not in irrelevance 

  

There is no name

Because Hell it is purifying

Burning away

  the deeply unnecessary

...

You cannot leave

not this place

You can only be refused

into another space

As a different thing

They call this place 'heaven', for cats

sometimes a mouse

sometimes, a cat

Author's Note

Reviews

[LJ]

Life, with its interchangeable roles, is depicted by cat and mouse in this powerful poem. Life, with burning urgency and lingering aftereffects, is seen "in pieces" and so it is. The words here reach for a gut-reaction and get it. The hell, as I see it, and anything that is "another space" are both connected to what we have now, on this Earth, "this place" ...where life has us acting and reacting, has us both running away and pouncing on the moments we're alive. The present time is seen in a poem that holds back no punches and life is like that, in my opinion. We live now and now is how we live - cat, mouse and poet.

[Davidgeo]

In "our" opinion, this is a comedy. Life is a comedy. (with a little tragedy). The real world is... I know why humans make up stories.

[Davidgeo]

Unrelated,,, I like your review very much. You're an intellectual animal.

[LJ]

lol - okay, I can agree with humor, though for me presently, the tragedy overwhelms a bit... and I'm just another animal, all in all. You may be the first to call me "intellectual" these days. I'm glad you liked the review...