09-15-2014, 06:34 AM
< Empirical Puma >
Our god's withdrawn;
our passion cold.
We cannot bear;
we cannot hold.
Our human skin
splits down to bone.
Our soul departs,
for parts unknown.
At least the cat's
not bid adieu;
it seems aged meat's
a tasty chew.
- - -
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions

