Public Housing Poem by Donal Mahoney

Public Housing



The rattle
in the walls
would stop,
I'm told,
if the litter
in the halls
were edible.
Night after night,
tin after tin
the rats squeeze in
to feast on
their reflections.

Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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