The insult of the poor man’s hunger isn’t for you to appease
and the avenger’s zeal isn’t for you to cool down
and the bulldozed house isn’t for you to protect with your body
and the baby pram that goes up in a whirlwind into heaven
isn’t for you to seize and bring down gently
and the reign of evil isn’t for you to cast out

therefore tend to your own home

go to the one who loves you
to your one and only
to the yellow plea in the slits of its eyes
and bury your face in its fur.

One caress
for one cat
in the world.