The Death of Dunbar's Cat
by CHARLES P. CURTIS, JR.
MEN die. A bishop lays their bones,
By book and candle, under stones.
Cats die. The only pomp they’re paid
Is the rude ritual of the spade.
He smiles. As if the things we cherish,
Either way, could ever perish.
By book and candle, under stones.
Cats die. The only pomp they’re paid
Is the rude ritual of the spade.
He smiles. As if the things we cherish,
Either way, could ever perish.