Castles of England

Carly Dashiell

O cat you’ve given me the perfect afternoon
the afternoon is the essence of a naked boy
what a surprise to catch such a bare noon
what a blue sabbath to tell one thing only
to tell that it’s another
no excuse o cat it’s evening
time goes gentle slipping from the sky
like a rocky peace on earth among creatures
all the primal beings surprised to find
themselves contagious         This song is ending
soon beings
keep prepared your beds
made for the rising o the pawing at the door
the sickness creeps from man to boy
o moon does it look like dying
Yes it stings