From: Plonq <snowcat@removethis.total.removethistoo.net>
Subject: Another Plonq Poem (second try -- this time with poem attached)
Date: July 14, 1998 10:58 PM

The little snow leopard hacks up a hairball on his mailer.  "It got
possessed or something.  Anyway, hopefully I managed to cancel the first one
before it spread too far."

The cat morph coughs politely and nods a cue to the bassist, who strikes up
a slow, repetitive chord as the lights dim.

"A Plonq Poem"

Sometime at the depth of night, in the still before the morn,
pillow soaked in tears and sweat, wishing he had not been born,
feline soul in human shell, cries unheard with prayers in vain.

Mirror broken in a rage, silhouetted, stands askew,
shattered by dreams unfulfilled, and a well-aimed leather shoe,
shares a place in broken state, with a furry heart in pain.

Curtains move as gentle breeze, bringing with it dusky chill,
does not cool the fev'rish burn, of a want that won't be still,
yearning for a better form, loathing of his current self.

Might there be a better place, where a spirit's dreams might play?
Is it but a step away?  Only God alone can say.
Plaintive sigh, he reaches up... puts the gun back on the shelf.

* Plonq