Poem for Poe

By Frank William Finney

Week’s worth of scat
buried in the box.
Rats remain inside
the walls.
Meals amiss
behind the bin.
Nothing moving
in the bed.
They said
the cat ran out of lives.
They said they thought
the cat was dead,
and yet your demons
call their bluff.

Frank William Finney is an award-winning poet from Massachusetts who taught literature in Thailand for 25 years. His poems have appeared in Bitter Melon Review, The Frogmore Papers, The Penmen Review, Seventh Quarry Press, Viridine Literary, and elsewhere. His chapbook The Folding of the Wings was published in 2022.