red herring

red herring

a warn-torn tomcat,

9 lives burnt, and lost.

squandered; the cost,

tallied by those left behind

in the dust;

scratching their heads

thorough the eulogy.

my belly, haunts

the earth, looking for

a leafy, last place.

to count the buttons;

lay my face.

i know the names gone,

of 9 lives spent;

eyes and sighs, and

curves; and wishes bent

and none, and turns

away from the light.

lay me down,

leaflight, halflight.

unto the loam

we lie; moments

of movement,

gone by.