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Then There’s the Blue Cat Skeleton

Mark Fleury

Then there’s the blue cat skeleton,
Helping itself to the ghosts

Of the rotting meat washed ashore.

Once winged, heroic thoughts
Of peace, now strange smoldering feelings
Decayed to teeth of smiles.

There’s a picture of some
Of their exposed wires
In your blue purse, next to the jewels
Stolen from the eyes

Of your pharmacist. It’s that coldness
That makes the petals fall from flowers.

The frost can only touch
The bluest parts of the flame’s
Withering stem. Eyes shake

Like train cars without brakes.

Snakes shed the skins
Of the stems to reveal

Freight of diamonded coal
Taken from bassinets.

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