This Dominion

I evict. The most I must
kill is a mouse. A rat.
Just a tray of
clear glue. And then

squeal­ing.

It is said: dirt is mat­ter out of place.
How long did it wait, un­know­ing, for
me? Unable to free its
paws.

I need pli­ers to clean
it. Reset
it. It
squealed. It took

three blows of
my ham­mer.

3 thoughts on “This Dominion

  1. Well, it man­aged to by­pass the gauntlet of me­chan­i­cal traps, ended up in the glue. It was a mouse, still try­ing to catch the rat.

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