Rat King Art  - A performance Art Poem
about a creature who hunts angels.

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Keep your tears, Dove.

Eye and the RatKing

and the Moon do not care.

Keep your tears...

(Beats Angel’s head into ground. Lifts it to witness moon.)

See Dove? See Eye not

presenting itself to prevent

the end of your life? See

Moon not eclipsing?

Terra hides there, Dove.

You killed Terra, Dove.

You in Min killed Terra

with knowledge of light

blood and bone. Min

killed Terra, Dove,

and now,

Terra hides there waiting for

the return of NoTime. There

in the Be-Ate-Eye-Full Moon.

(MIN steps away from Angel annd speaks directly to fourth wall MOON.)

Moon.

Be-Ate-Eye-Full

Moon.

Give yourself back.

Moon.

Where once was the eye Min ate for you?

Where once the child crawled content

in this dirt did I need to become

this masque of silvered teeth and nail?

This thief of stolen blood and skin?

Moon.

You leave me here in this exit-tense

with no way to our love except in preying.

Moon.

Take MindEye from me.

Take MindEye from me.

Where once I never saw

your raw Be-Ate-Eye

and the meadow breast never

lay open and exposed before Doves

preying light and your wind’s hair

never wisped spider threads across

Min’s trespassing flesh.

Moon.

Give back the Be-Ate-Eye

Min rapped and killed.

Give back the simple child laugh

we once heard when where there

were no days to last long.

Give Min back the absence

of light’s knowledge.

Give Min back my Terra mist eyes

and voice of night birds sung

and the cricket pulse of Terra’s pulse.

Moon.

Give yourself back and I will bow

to end myself. I will bow before

the blades of grass and bend myself

before TerraWater and slit the scar

of making and end this RatKing life.

Moon.

Be-Ate-Eye-Full

Moon.

Give yourself back.

(MIN pauses, then moves to Angel.)

The moon never hears, Dove.

Terra never returns. Now

Min must do what Min must do.

Here-Now-Then

with the Dove

desecrated at the Burning Hearth,

prepare the surgery for art.

(MIN puts the Angel on bloody table.)

Lay the Dove on the table.

Gag its mouth with a phallus teat.

Lay it out still and stifled

with wire barbs around its wrists

and a leather sachet for its face.

Good, Rat. Good.

Start the clock, the seconds dying,

razor cut and bone. Delicate hold

the handle like young skin of sex.

(MIN starts carving on the Angel’s back.)

If the Dove makes much protest,

back smash its spine with an elbow.

LUDKT!

Good, Rat. Good.

Hold its hand to the table.

Now for our message to

the oblivious faces waiting.

Hold the hand to the table.

Delicate, Rat. Delicate.

The wounds will gush if cut

too deep. Delicate. Delicate.

Hold the hand to the table.

Cut the finger webs. Neat

art accents the face will love.

Good, Rat. Good. Now hoist

the Dove high swaying.

Good, Rat. Good.

(MIN hoists Angel up.)

See how they glee, Rat?

See how the glee at

the naked humus flesh

hooked through shoulders,

as it suffering beads blood

from ragged wounds with meat

raw exposed beneath?

See how they glee, Rat?

See how the glee and read

and rant and chant y-our

RatKing Art:

(MIN turns Angel to us. WE read as he chants for us.)

GIVE MIN BACK TERRA

GIVE MIN BACK TERRA

GIVE MIN BACK TERRA

Good, Rat. Good.

Now kill the humus

before you go preying

for another Dove

to wrought

our love on.

(MIN breaks Angel’s neck.)

Good, Rat. Good. The mask.

(MIN puts mask on.)

Good. Now. Prey,

and let the Deers

come feast.

(MIN hunts through audience and exits. SPORE enters and extinguishes candle flames.)

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