Death in the cutouts
August 13, 2013 § 4 Comments
Rats along the walls leaving
little tar pellets of poop and
long sticky streams of piss yellow piss and
that odor- Offensive!
How dare she have no control.
She sat at that table between all the toppling
piles of shit, trash and boxes with holes carved out from the rats
which took a vote and decided they’d show mercy and
Let her stay. As long you swear, said they, gathered around.
Okay I swear. Promise!
I promise not to poison you,
or step on you,
or your babies.
And the rat babies already knew it was a cruel world
with poison hidden in treats, still corners,
in streets between sheets-don’t go,
out into the open
Never, Never, Never-they’ll see you,
chase you, hunt you down-
Us down. You’ll kill us all.
Granddad rat patrolling cutouts.
Doesn’t trust her. That women.
Watches her sitting there at that table-
always-He’ll die there.
They all will.