képek, betűk

at the end of the final conclusion, cat flaps
tabbies peer in through them
a captured mouse in their mouths
inside, among dozens of mousetraps, white flowers
the wonderful life
my stomach hurts, this is too personal
though anyone whose stomach does not hurt, who is calm,
is somehow suspicious
have you ever seen hooded lizards hunting?
at night they roam the streets of Manchester
stalking victims
this city is a living model of slow decay
there are still parks, roads, streetlights
people still live in the houses
but it has already begun to decompose
social scientists ought to come here
to observe the unobservable
to place it under a microscope
to watch as corrosion and mould
moving inwards from the corners
eat their way forward ---->
the rain here smells of excrement
in the rivers, shopping baskets in yellow sludge
after the flood, rubbish left hanging in the trees
..<>..
at the end of the final conclusions, cat flaps
a kitten’s head looks at me
I know cats do not cry
but if they could
they would sob.