The antic of the grown up mouse
is ancillary to purpose, to
meetings that sell power and
vocabulary to pools of pus
And vermin, to ghouls of a
dependency that is not
contingent on the human but
on the abstract necessity
Of a cull, of class, of
hyenas shrilling the voice
of an unknown past on to
an unforgiving scoundrel now.
“We live in scoundrel times.” Eqbal Ahmad