Armistice Mus Musculus Oculus

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poetry recorded here for safekeeping.

Submitted: January 29, 2019

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Submitted: January 29, 2019

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By Alexander Guinevere Kern

(Mus musculus Oculus)

 

1-16-2019

 

17 Nights

He nourished his rodent

Anatomy - pink scaled tail,

Knobby embryo claws

Wet quiver snout/ a scurrying, 

Furry, warm-blooded house mouse 

In frantic gnawing Nirvana

Upon my larder of dusty flour,

Notched gnaw marks on 

Raisin and spaghetti box, brown sugar bag

Bottoms - the riddled imperfections

Of hunger in action.

Ripped cardboard in my cupboard.

 

I couldn’t catch him.

 

How the trap came to snap

Him by the tail, I cannot speculate,

Yet - there he was one morning

Feebly scrabbling the formica kitchen top

Tail-nailed to his sprung cross, 

Cheese in his teeth.

 

 

Aw, I had to liberate the brute.

<If he hollars, let him go>

 

On the bony knees of snapping starvation

I’ve been jiggled. Soup kitchen stealing, 

Dumpster reeking, remnants seeking.

Hunger hides reason under its dark Hood.

Worse than a sprung cat or poisoned trap

The belly doesn’t purr or snap . . . 

 

It sears the Mind.

 

Coughs up grinding acid

 

and it gut-bottom burns.

 


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