Poverty

Who would make art out of a rat
and what would a rat know of art

Who would imagine a rat, even in their
rat language, would understand depth and
nuances and ironies

What would a rat know of heartache
What would a rat know of regret

The scream of a rat
that pierces the air like an arrow
into the heart of a city is
no more than the sound a nail makes
scratching on stone

The dash from enforcement officers
of a vagrant
is no more than
a rat fleeing predators

the eyes of desperation only
two broken plates abandoned
on a barren face

2 comments

  1. Heavy on my mind and heart, Vera,
    no denying the impact of this, it troubles
    and yet there is so much to admire in its concept and craft.

    Big hugs

    john

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    1. Thank you very much, John, this means a great deal to me.

      Big hugs
      vera

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