Pangur Ban, this cat,
Chasing October grace-notes.
Soft ye, sleeping snakes .
Around the oat-meal
Chest,two cats cursing, sprinting .
Faster ! Then vomit.
Agus me i gcein ! ”
Glaciers toppling, melting , calve.
Cold dawn tomorrow.
The gurney loves me,
Serene at last at the end.
Buddha , great buddy.
Good Hamburg police :
” She’s dead now three stinking days ! ”
I clasped his young hand….
The pen’s nib gasps, chokes,
Sweet sleep will whisper, varnish.
” Codladh samh, my prince ! ”