Your eyes

For Prince

Featherston, NZ

๐ŸŒ„ 08-11-2009 (Carterton, New Zealand)

๐ŸŒ… 03-11-2018 (Leeuwarden, the Netherlands)

I have lived it, and lived it

the cold lino floor, the door
open to the world beyond
the nine iron cages – yours the middle
the other eight empty โ€“ 

do they stand for your lives?

Four months of cat dumped within 24-hours of breathing.
Can those morons please be burnt for 24-hours of screaming?
Your brothers Pablo and Pacho and you
saved by the bin collectorsโ€ฆ

“Ooh, he’s fond of youououou”,
said Marguerite pointing at the window,
you’d just arrived but already held me
in your eyesโ€ฆ

Staring above the windowsill,
following me, always on the lookout for us.

On a stool, on the cold lino floor
I sit and look you in the eye,
I tell you we love you and always will
I tell you you are not getting better
but somehow will…
you purr and wink as the vet
asks me do we want to cremate
or bury.

I tell you I have lived this, and lived this
– your eyes dull upon mine.

ยฉ Kirsten Bett 2018

Leeuwarden, the Netherlands