The stone says "Coors" <br />The gay carpet says "Camels" <br />Spears of dried grass <br />The little sticks the children gathered <br />The leaves the wind gathered <br /> <br />The cat did not kill him <br />The dog did not, not the trap <br />Or lightning, or the rain's anger <br />The tree's claws <br />The black teeth of the moon <br /> <br />The sun drilled over and over <br />Dusk of his first death <br />The earth is worn away <br />A tuft of gray fur ruffles the wind <br />One paw, like a carrot <br />Lunges downward in darkness <br />For the soul <br /> <br />Dawn scratching at the windows <br />Counted and closed <br />The doors holding <br />The house quiet <br />The kitchen bites its tongue <br />And makes bread<br /><br />Philip Levine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grave-of-the-kitchen-mouse/
