The Right Thing To Do

The Right Thing To Do

There is a little red button in the room with my shrinking cat.

I see in two-time: his infinite now
and my unrelenting advance

I tell him the things I always tell him; I sing him the same songs.
His regal stripes cling to his purr.

I press my face
into the revealed corners of his shape
and sob the love in my bones.

Is this anguish made
in God's image?

He is oblivious to the catheter in his paw.
He is certain of my love.

I press the button.