2025 Commended poem: 'the walled-off cats' by Michelle Lovric
the walled-off cats
Powers that think they be, they said no cats out of doors.
We stood accused of eating crested larks down to three breeding pairs.
For this, we were walled off in Walldorf, enclosed like nuns, our cat-flaps sealed,
our windows and doors denied us, our howls unpalliated.
Offered: a leash, more humiliating than imprisonment.
As if. We did not eat those larks. We might have bruised a few in fun.
We might have here or there snarked a silly head-feather to bat around.
But why chew crested lark when there is summer-fattened vole to savour?
Not much eating on a crested lark. Not much sport either: where they
might have brains - extra feathers. Too easy to catch. Nobody likes that.
What’s endangered in the state of Baden-Württemberg is not larks
but common sense. And now each home and every decency’s bookmarked
for our revenge. There shall be large, stark acts of darkness.
We shall plant reeking pods in your herbs; spray and stain
your tires with our essence of rotted basil and butane.
As for those dogs, who roamed while we were detained,
we shall mess royally with their drooling peasant heads.
We’ll do things to your gnomes that cannot be in poems.
Your wrist’s earmarked for a war-crime shaped to a claw’s arc.
And yes, darlings, this time, we shall dine on lark.
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