j.j. silverstein
Yoshi was a good pet:
he was
round, and warm, and faithful.
Even though we didn't know him for long –
Him, with his whiskers so straight and evenly distributed –
We can only imagine the things he aspired to.
We have grown so used to the ins and outs,
The norms of our tiny friends,
That we have totally ruled out their wonderful, albeit improbable, potentials.
Yoshi once confessed to me:
”I want to build a new kind of woodchip:
One that is soft and downy.”
He looked at me as if to say:
”I have insights into the market for pet products that no man,
No matter how perceptive, could fully realize.”
It would be remiss to assume, in our baseness,
That Yoshi could not have donned a black business suit
And attended power-luncheons to promote his revolutionary line of “soft-goods”.
It would be shameful for us to posthumously deny him this possibility,
Especially in the face of his death,
Which has denied him everything.
So, I say yes to it all, Yoshi Angelhair Spartacus:
The plans, the suits, and even the multiple Soft-Tech© patents
that were,
Perhaps, hidden up your tiny furry sleeves.
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