The Poems Poem by Leo Yankevich

From nothingness the poems came to me,
warm and sensual as cats, their claws
digging deep into my ageing shins.
But when I looked into their bright green eyes,
they told me that they had no remedy
for madness or approaching death. Their paws
rest upon my lap now, and their chins
press soothingly against my mortal thighs,
as if to say that when I don't know how
to cope, disgusted by my life's deceit,
and forgetfulness has committed theft,
touching the many wrinkles on my brow,
they will be here to soften the defeat,
reminding me they're all that I have left.