A cat prowls above cast-down shadows.
Under a nailed starlight
yellow eyes gleam like far removed planets.
Standing by my door
looking up into the cold riveted stars
I sense the remote clanking
of casements and portals,
the iron blinking of bygone lights.
I take out the trash;
an icy clapperclaw nips my bones,
the hanging distance above me
snares my breath.
The cat’s eyes have closed,
it has come back from the beyond
to be pulsing and close,
its purr as near to me now
as the blood in my lips.
Soul abducted by a fermented sweet drops
Morose temper, hauling like a deranged fox
Tongues idle within cracked lips
Herbs ashing between finger tips
A brawl stirred, Victims refugee on roof tops.
Lebo-gFaith
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