JUNIPER

 JUNIPER

after a poem by Grief Mother 

 

The ego of the entropic world,

a rat’s nest built in an old

Victorian mansion. 

 

My corpse, an afterimage, 

slashed by sharp lines of horror. 

 

A backwards world, 

where the Rat-queen reigns,

mansions are nests for her children,

the incumbent ruler,

rules in a world

with more entropy

than world. 

 

Gurgles of laughter from a theater of rats, 

glimmers of purples

dance with blue glitter, 

children leashed, men glued to traps,

human amusement brings mirth.