My cat knows gravity to well.
It binds him, grinds away
His softened bones, stripped and stretched against his paper skin.
His vertebrae, alas, have long been tied
And twisted taut by time.
With lines and hooks, the dirty rope
That drowns us all
Is pulling him to every root.
We need him,
Cries the earth, it aches
For now it knows
He is more element then whole.
A force to great to hold in fist
Has cracked his frame and drawn his body in
So weighed with bags of sand he slips
And I can see him shrink before my eyes.