An Elegy for Diptock

by Crown

See the kitty run down the corridor,
in happy oblivion,

Aphrodite, smoldering butt-star of the northwest,
waits in the elevator.

Aphrodite hears the music, the music is optimistic madness.
The cat hears the elevator.

The cat stops to listen. The cat's pessimistic curiosity.
Friendship ends, the cat is dead,

Aphrodite is not happy, occult powers turn the cat to cheese on the welcome mat
I like hot apples.