canonized
(days for all saints)
a process for remembering
those who live the
faith
in a church that is
a canticle of memory
who slips out, unseen
after the formal part is
done
to work a holy thing that
none of us will
know
there is a record, maybe
doesn’t matter
we sense without consciousness
that something good
happened
and there will be re-collecting
of it in the sharing of
all our legacies
C L Couch
Cat People
I don’t know why we like
To change or stay the same
Is it up to us
As a campaign?—when
Burdened, yes, when
Abused of
Our better parts and
Aspirations
(Or maybe because we bug the
Hell out
Of those around
Us, and they’re right)
Otherwise, doesn’t the universe
Offer instinct-movement in
Gravity
And the attraction or, admittedly,
Repulsion of
Black holes and
Neutron stars?
And all the turning elements
That ask of us to
Dance if possible with joy,
Day by day,
(And anyway)
With all the nuclei?
Like felines who jump across
The yard or run the
House
Because they can
Because the gods of catliness
Say cats must—
And don’t they want to!
C L Couch
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