It’s pyre was a funereal consequence beyond
a mien of pomp and circumstance, the heat a
more-evident-than-trite expression of regret &
acceptably redressing a merely routine event;
discovery of the rat’s corpse, & rank as it was,
snuggled in amongst the cupboard’s ‘curtains
and suchlike’ bottom shelf - dignified in death,
showing no signs of suffering or stress
All those affectations were cameos parodied -
first, in behaviours seeking a potential source
of its stench, unmistakably identified as rattus
rattus, then in every action since to cleanse &
rid and retrench tragedy by blending an all-in
apothecary essence to bring back the peace
© 22 January 2016, I. D. Carswell
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