Rats

[Brownlie]

I tried here but I don't think it came out very good.


Whenever I would wake at night
I heard them in the walls
I sought a corpse to pin them to
To lift this ghastly pall

The peanut butter traps I set
To kill them never sprung
My couching scent disguised by gloves
Didn’t hide the reek of rum

In the garage I got my corpse
A rodent cased in heat
I took a shovel scooping it
Into a dusty sheet

I held the figure of a ghost
That bled upon a cloth
And felt the warmness draped in pale
And saw a fleeing moth

Secluded here the nestled bug
Had filled the garb with holes
I wrapped the sleeping body tight
In bedding with a roll