Genes and Beans Senility creeps up on you. It has with my cat Who, symbolically, Sleeps with the vegetables And in the dead of night Howls like a stricken dog. And I think I know how she feels Those years are lost now With exponential decay Of once-prized brain cells. And other attributes give up, Fall out, fade, seize, malfunction, Fall back on a prosthetic crutch. When comes a time That art and craft and scaffolding Comprise more of the self than mere biology, And what’s left cannot reach To make connection Then vegetable friends seem more attractive.