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Incident Report

the rat took our tomatoes

the rain fell
on the Cook Strait,
crying, crying, crying

big rat,
soft and important

ate our tomatoes
looking at the attractive stained glass window

doesn’t know about proteins
doesn’t even have a name

heavy-minded, the flies
go unmasked around the open room

along the rat’s fur,
water filtered through soil
trickled down to soil

the rat circled his topic
his words gave nothing away

humus, phosphor, Antarctic rain
gather up, down, up

he stole our tomatoes
and I did not know what he meant