Cat, hairless and alien,
saw humanity behaving as if
it had come to the end of its run.
Twenty on and ten days off. Fort McMurray
was Hell it was America.
He was deported, he made a fortune.
Men planning to die in approximately
wondered how much to take with them.
Perched on a rig, Cat
flipped loonies at inaccessible strippers
below, Earth was the Moon,
it was a crater, a wound, a dump,
a dumped body. Buddy
agreed it was a job. Cat,
the ultimate artist, bought things.
Wringing her hands, his mother
turned on the faucet and lit the water on fire.
Meanwhile, women disappeared.
Meanwhile, Exxon expanded meanwhile
birds smothered, libraries burned.
Yes, I resurrected Cat.