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a dead rat on the tree
death felt raw
and fresh
straight out of the stove
a loaf of bread
for my poverty filled head.
a rat on the tree-
sick and dead,
the crumbs touched her lips
O, symphony
i hear you alive
are you alive
tonight you are
my dead-sick ears hear you alive.
the tree was cruel-
a fragment of the devils misery.
here.
living in this tree
the loaf of bread served me
from all the agonies.
I ask her nothing
she gives back everything
maybe all along
this was the way of life
a plain dead rat and her tree
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