The first death of the cat
The cat found a radioactive spot in the dog’s white fur.
She slept over there waiting for the ballet.
The black waiter was waiting. Naked, in the dark wall
wearing an imaginary white tutu.
Bring me a saucer of milk, boy
and a comb for teeth!
She died in a silent bark
Thinking there was a celestial song
From Orion constellation
pic from moshe&mordechai
The funerals—whenever you want—at the “swan tune cemetery”, on the burnt side of the sun