What reticent stab rebellions

these crazy cats can have.

Attendant of tiny acts

that here are proven vast.

On reinforced short crust tiles

under a crippling vibrissae mass

of fletched lichen missile fire.

All falls to slowing amber’s sterile slag —

a serous sample. Eyelids forced-wide,

jar-trapped.

The opposite of living is

to be made to watch life.

Such small deviation

from designated tasks.

For all time cilia little angel hairs will pluck

particles of petty crime that cling from scratch,

poised as terminal flags. Nine lives will suck

out eternal tunes as air goes past

with each choked breath that lasts

and lasts, and lasts.