Chicano Poet

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Pest Control

Rats escape the fallen building,
not so a family of six

whose terror at the bombings
is finally over,

they do not smell the white phosphorus
of the illegal bombs,

they do not hear the sirens,
the rushing voices,

they do not feel the chunks of wall
being lifted off of them,

and by now the rats have found another home,
shaking and cursing the kosher exterminator.

2 Comments:

At 4:51 PM, Anonymous Matt said...

It's brutal, what's going on. You capture it well.

 
At 1:12 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Matt.

 

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