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The poem is about the joys of being a cat [or ambiguously - single minded/a murderer/critical/alienated etc ] .

Book 301 is intended to be a collection of poems by Mike Burr for 2010 with no thematic precept.

Tacit

sly cat through the carnations comes
tacit calling
its genius to taunt and taste
and poke and whip in leaping fear
small mammals whose funeral among
the fair mushrooms and the grasses edge
will pass with indolence
toys forgot
and as its loyal body grows
so lament, regret grow larger still
within its gorgeous bones
and thus mature the lions near silent do their prowl
and mind upon the gatherers of victuals
mobile and serious and free
and we that serve but hunger and exchange
precious prisons captive of the body feast
know how you fear punishment upon the tips of talons
we urge you release your bond its chains
for torture is not slow
dream on then golden calf i whispered
fear then wild beast as i am near your side
hissing not
but silent low and stalking
quivering
for at the coronation of death
and in my rush then life will freeze
i am that velvet triumph
whose cleverness discarded play
dispatched its whims
for isolation out upon the plateaus of the earth
and take lone revenge
tacit know to all
for universal are the globes of humour

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