Dead Pets I Have Owned

Simon. Photo by Kyla

So often I think of them:
         rainbow pale,
         plush in their throes,
         throngs of them furred and unfurred
         too far back to count,
         sweet innumerable corpses
         sparkle and purr as they pave a way back
         across forgetting,
         past any possible beginning,
         past sight,
         happy still to serve,
         to have tasted,
         they flicker in and out of memory, its xillion
         tongues.