Provisions Poem by Camilla Keenan Koch

Provisions



Provisions are always made
The ache is always bequeathed
Like Bast, it prowls through the heart
Until it finds the throne you made for it, lovingly
Protectively,
testing, again and again
that it can carry,
not just the weight of little Bast,
but your own.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cats,death
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