Nearly Nonsense (In Praise of Obituaries)

In memory of my golden cat
who when attracted by a fools gold
drowned on his way to El Dorado

In memory of a household fly
who when seeking
the transparency of the universe
flew into my kitchen window

In memory of my reflection
which aged before my eyes
I still seek your likeness

In memory of a plain penguin
who became an emperor
but did not rule

I write no fifth obituary
as the number
is alive and well


All these obituaries have been written on rice paper. Please do not consume