Wild Rat Prophecy


above the moon
a metal nest
crumples
and a white brother
is tossed
into the night
without end

later
long after
all the seeds
and grasshoppers
and our pups
have been
licked away
by tongues of fire
from the sky

the frozen body
of the albino
will be found
drifting between stars
sliced whisker-thin
and sniffed
by a thousand
wet voices

—Chris Lynch