Is This about Absence?

They put cameras on the collarsof cats, and cats cut through fields

where chimneys that act as gravesof houses stand among the bulbs

that still push up around them.The edges of the bricks have been

rubbed round by cats. The catspause to clean their paws. They roll

in the weevil-riddled leavesthat drop from the same bleak oak

each October. There are soft ashesin the ashes' system of roots

that harden like paint on the facesof the cats whenever the rooting-

up ritual occurs. They knowwhat they were. If you turned

for one last look, where on earthwould it fall, the gaze to end all?