“Were I a farmer I would call you vermin Because you’d be the villain of my crops And gnaw my wealth, but I am not a farmer, But only one that walks the farmers’ fields,
And when I saw your deadness in the frozen light of the winter morning, I, unmanly, unfarmerly, and most impractically felt that even rats have a right to live
And knew that there was beauty in your body Dusted with starry marvels of bright frost, and beauty in the little hands you crossed upon your breast before you died this morning.”
‘Dead Rat’ - Mervyn Peake
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Made as part of a request by @tallyteatime, who asked for some Barkovitch
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