Cold Ground

[greenstorm]

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again'
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!'

Today was beautiful. It was so full of people I love. Tonight, Merlyn and one of the girlies lie in the cold ground, and Caramel may not make it till morning. When they were last checked by my roommate, they were fine. The cage still had food and water when I got back to it today. It was a little stinky, not enormously bad, but fine. The rats were not.

Vet's not open tonight, of course. Possibly tomorrow afternoon, though I think by then it won't matter, one way or the other. What do I say? My babies are dead. My Merlyn. My Sweetie.

The world is all death and endings and beginnings tonight.

TS Eliot said it all.

Comments

So sorry

[koppermoon.livejournal.com]

I was thinking yesterday about the back yard, which since we moved in has become a burial ground to a squirrel, a crow and the bunny-named-Cheese. I was hoping that my rabbit would not be joining them soon. She seemed a bit better yesterday. We will see how she is tonight.

Re: So sorry

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

Nothing to say.

[hundun.livejournal.com]

I'm very sorry to hear about your rats. This is bad enough on its own but it's not on its own but in tandem with everything else. I don't know what else to say really. There's no "it'll be allright" 'cause it isn't and it won't somehow right itself and no "maybe I can fix this" or "what can you do to solve it" 'cause no one can and certainly no "it's nothing to bother yourself about" because it is something to be bothered about.

I'll see you tomorrow: my Aunt and Uncle will drop me off around sunset.

I love you.

Re: Nothing to say.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Oh, love. Yes, it's true, of course you know that, but-- sometimes it's okay for things to be very sad. No one signs on for ratties without knowing they don't live all that long. I'm bothered, yes, but... I will be 'all right' eventually. Loss isn't wrong, we just like to think it is sometimes.

I don't mean to lecture you. I look forward to seeing you.

[estrellada.livejournal.com]

*hug* Call me at any time if you need to. Poor babies. Poor Erin.

I'll call you tommorow nonetheless.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Yes, poor babies. :( I keep thinking, 'if it weren't winter the ground wouldn't be so cold for them'.

[matt79.livejournal.com]

Aw, hun, I'm so sorry. *hugs*

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :/