Innocence the Rat

• Artist: Eyeliner_Saint
• Description: A poem about a morbid realization and a first true look at death that came to my cousins and I when we were children. The boys and myself came across a rat that had been struck by my mother's minivan. It was alive, but disembowled, half crushed, and being picked at by insects. My cousin Derek put it out of it's misery by decapitating it.
• Date: 09/08/2008
• Tags: innocence friendship animals cousin summer

We came upon the broken corpse
Wail Riding on a tin can horse
The engine gave a mighty Roar
The helpless rat, he was no more

The flies had heard the call of death
And took with them his last stale breath
The fascination, sick but mild
Swept across the blonde-haired Child

In the driveway the Rat was slain
The kiss of death to end the pain
The tire marks were in the flesh
Some entrails on the grass so fresh

But on that day, we three had seen
The rodent’s soul stuck in between
And looking into his glassy eyes
We understood, the end was flies

And in a crumbling Converse box
The creatures skin resembling pox
We laid the tiny soul to rest
Inside our morbid treasure chest

The plane it came, the boys, they went
Our futile summer had been spent
And there beside his baseball bat
I found the box, but not the rat.

Comments

[infinite_personalities101]

Excellent poem! 5/5. A great use of imagry, and detail. A very morbid topic, and I love the fact that you modeled it after a real life experinece!

[trant_or_henru]

Freaking love it, an awesome description of a real life event through poetry, I love line "We understood, the end was flies" and how you referred to your minivan as a "tin can horse" great job of imagery. 5/5