After Clarice, in Forgiving God

No, I don´t want to embrace a rat.

I´m not ready for that.

In my selfish, so human way

I want to cry and scream and kill the rat.

I thought I could embrace the world.

But the world has rats.

And I´m not ready to share my world with a rat.

I want to embrace those twelve dead birds.

Heart stopped. Broken wings.

I know the rat was a bird once.

Sorry for him.

But when he got two guns and became a rat

He got bad, and there are birds to protect.

I just want to be human today

And in my selfish, so human way

I weep for the birds, not the rat.


- This poem came out after trying to make sense of this  and this.