Mickey Mouse

We've been inscribed in animals for as

long as we could draw them,

we seem to show our exception

by the breath we fill them with

to pipe out our words,

but really all we do is show

ourselves as unexceptionable.

We still don't know how the eels

get back to the sea from the river

and if they even die there,

we just assume they do.

And when the eels are gone

and the cats too,

kind words of

love are piped back and forth

between us,

also showing us as unexceptional,

because those words are not the

words of the anthropomorphised

they are ours and ours alone

and all we have since

we really don't know

when to help, where best to help

with the journey back to the sea

from the river,

and this shows we can't ever know

how death is best served

and that a child must live

knowing that what's next

is unknowable

or it's peering out from up high

at a queue at the bus stop

or it's just lazing in a sunbeam

quietly watching,

taking it all in,

the people,

watch, The Professor, watch

look at

the people go by.