Saturday, 16 June 2018

Rat-King Tales

Because the Rat-King
is first and foremost
a Rat, he chews through
walls. Frail brick
between church and
state, sagging particle
board between office
and profit – When I smell
a beautiful cheese I just
chew, says Rat. I don’t
even wait. It’s like a
magnet. – He adjusts his
tiny gold crown with his
tiny paws. -- Is it any
wonder my followers
love me? Look at
all the holes I’ve made
for them to crawl through.

© Alina Macneal

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Alina Macneal lives in Philadelphia. Her poems have appeared in Apiary Magazine, Poems for the Writing, The World to Come, and other anthologies.