Department of "Things You Might Not Know About the New Lime Tree"

I MISS MY DEAR CATS
[ Gregory Corso ]

My water-colored hands are catless now
seated here alone in the dark
my window-shaped head is bowed with sad draperies
I am catless near death almost
behind me my last cat hanging on the wall
dead of my hand drink bloated
And on all my other walls from attic to cellar
my sad life of cats hangs