Wild Rat Prophecy

above the moon
a metal nest
and a white brother
is tossed
into the night
without end

long after
all the seeds
and grasshoppers
and our pups
have been
licked away
by tongues of fire
from the sky

the frozen body
of the albino
will be found
drifting between stars
sliced whisker-thin
and sniffed
by a thousand
wet voices

—Chris Lynch