Revolutionary Dream

You try not to end up dead

Like your brother

You name rain after your mother

You fill empty space with haste

And never dwell on the taste

Of dead things

You gnaw away at your bones,

You bite down,

Your teeth break,

And when you swallow,

Your teeth and bones do a war dance in your belly

You now lay throbbing on the corner of a street

A little girl walks by and kicks your bone filled belly—

Like a pebble

Your belly skips and sputters

Into a ditch

And lands upon the head of a dead rat

The little girl skips away 
and never looks back