The Rat Wars of 2084
for the ratling
It started simply
when the food ran out.
It became a lifetest for
meat between the small rats
and the bigger rats.
The talking rats attempted to
convince the others they could eat words.
This was clever, but
Then things began
Bombs and air raids
made the night sky uneasy
as a pudding in an earthquake.
Bodies decorated the street in streamers
hanging red tinsel from the bending lights
dark blood came down like rain
blood enough to drown in
to float the enterobacterial rodships of every plague
ever seen on a globe of filth and plague.
Anthropophaginian shapes scrabbled for hiding,
dissolved in the shadows of ruin
gnawing on last year's bones, drinking vintage sewage
welling from craters in crazystone runways.
Exterminate the plague bearers,
came the panic cry on the black wind, exterminate
before it’s too late!
But the humans are much
than they look.
Straying from the gothic to the post apocalyptic, but clinging still, hopefully, to the October miasma for your Halloween pleasure.
To see the image I originally had reproduced here to illustrate this poem, follow this link to Untitled Work by ZDZISŁAW BEKSIŃSKI to a copyrighted site where his entire opus is on view. It's worth it.Beksinski's bio on wikipedia