Scars on human souls
like cracks on china plates,
stone-cold glue seeping from wounds
Paws against old wood shelf,
one furry oaw on slick porcelain.
Plate slips and falls,
falls through ageless months of pain,
turning over and over
like the hourglasses of kings,
like gold coins flicked in the air
heads, tails, heads, tails,
An earth-shattering, dream scattering
Cat-God blinks sleepily.
And more and more,
cascades of a porcelain waterfall
A river of cracks and glue
falling to the broken shards below of defeated predecessors.
wails of loss
as old cracks re-break
glue fragments pulverized to dust,
and new cracks fly like earthquakes
across the pale, smooth china.
alone on a dusty shelf,
above a graveyard of ruined children
and souls cracked one time
Cat-God leaping lightly down,
to curl up beneath
the pillar of unbroken sunlight
pouring through the window like honey.
Unbroken window glass
As Cat-God purrs
from the windowsill.