The squashed dead body of a rat appeals,
stretched out beside the kerb. Poor arms embedded
suppliantly within its chest, poor paws –
tips touching, grasping, clasping in petition.
Poor tiny cut-throat teeth can still be seen
entrenched now in a mouth forever resting
in shapes of vowels from its final pleading
though breath has long been wrung from this Poor Rat
this mangled omnimingent creature. Pisspoor Rat,
passed over to the pisspot in the sky.