Public Housing
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.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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