Thursday, April 7, 2011

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.