Cat Sings a Lullaby

 
My vice, my hate and envy
my potent organic phenomenon
Worn and lame my soul  
cries for division, like ions cascading across the water
fighting their magnetism  
 
Splitting hairs with radioactive
waste, left nothing but a  
parched  life for the sorry bird
that used to feast on dragonfly's silence beyond the sun  
 
Free me to shovel divinity  
into hungry mouths
hear the gurgle from the sulking cat whose high on sedatives  
struggling to sing soft lullabies  
to a toxic moon  
 
In the end don't look for me
I will be busy over here mending
the garment that hangs
on the trip wire
 
The one I will burn in the fire
then spell my name with its ashes
While they sew  mouths shut
with this curved needle
pulled from my eye