A collection of poems and other writings...

Wednesday 3 May 2017

Ice cold

these legs are stiff
these claws that used to tick upon the floor
and scruff this ear
are deadly still
this tail that used to brush my foot
or beat the table leg
is fixed in place

they said
that if this nose was cool and wet
then he was fit
but
touch it now


Ice cold

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