The Pest - Poem by Bob Chapel
Rats walk away from the cultures of the plague,
burrowing into foodstuff packed on camels;
along far-reaching caravan routes
to the Russian steppes,
bearing fleas, breeding along the way,
scrambling aboard ships
laden with exotic goods.
Across the Euxine Sea,
through the Bosporus,
breeding along the way, bearing their fleas
to Sicily, and beyond.
Rats walk away from the cultures of the plague:
Genoa, Padua, Prague, Paris, Bruges.
as Edward's archers rout the French
Everywhere the dance of death
as pestilence drops one in every three.
Prayers for divine protection
Neither Jesus in London,
nor Allah in Córdova deigns to halt
this monstrous eruption of misery,
and mighty Yahweh smites
the Polish ghettos.
Breeding as they go,
lethal parasites cozily ensconced
and feeding greedily on their hot blood,
rats walk away
from the cultures of the plague.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
- Galway Kinnell
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