Something in us that does not love a rat;
they neither love nor hate us but our bread
is tempting left uncovered; thus, with dread
the rat is working to succeed and I to sign
the chill in our close association; to define
the origins of plague, I note a more than
passing reference to the millions damned
in charnel houses, laced with warfarin -
Bring out your dead, in juniper and gin.
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