Rat War

Tireless wheels spinning. The kitchen stands empty now, alone without you. Animals bring me gifts. I have been saving them for you. A library of broken book shelves. A thousand tongues of flame dance over your naked body. Oracles won’t even remember this. No one knows where he went. The warm welcome home he got. Rifles stacked against a someday fate. We have flares enough to turn the dark into day time. We still have hot water running in our house but the rats are getting bigger in the alleyway. I heard them last night singing an eerie marching song.