winter is coming skinnier every day
a rat dead in a cot and none can tell
so that none will come to take it
though its skin only just covers
the toothpick bones, no tail
patched fur and sunken eyes
it must have crawled in sometime
to feel warm before dying
last thoughts of cheese or olives?
or maybe the Spam hidden
under the Kommandant’s bed
next to the pornographic magazines
collected upon entry
or even the final tinge of nicotine
from the broken tins of reserve
cigarettes for the women
the women who visit in the winter
skinnier every day so that no one
will come to take them and their
toothpick bones that rattle in fear
of the dead rat in a cot
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