Here lies a dead mouse,
lifted from hiding by Jasmine the cat,
killed out of sport,
left to become jerky on the hot cement.
Less respect than ugly ankles at a fashion show.
Here lies a dead mouse,
found by four eight-year olds,
bored with a sharp stick.
Stabbed it through the hips.
Less respect than a long haired boy at a Mormon church.
Discussion of death, diseases,
why not touch dead things?
Somber kids repenting of curiosity,
a consensus to tribute this dead mouse’s life with
a shrine
Here lies a dead mouse,
buried under stubborn dirt,
sharp pine needles defending the body,
batteries scattered on top giving energy to the deceased,
a cross built with a sharp stick,
orange shadow across the dirt,
a cardboard sign announcing
“Here Lies a Dead Mouse”
with four arrows pointing down.
A little respect.
1 comment:
nice poem!
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