Claude Dillinger
Sleeping like a sky without a bird
Clean like a cat
Sleeping when he heard a crawling rat
And so he woke up
And he switched on a light
He saw the rodent staring
Like a star in the night
Claude jumped to chase it
Running out of his door
And down the stairs they all
Were on his basement floor
Just like a ghost
A presence that was felt inside his home
But never close
To calming down the nerve of his shadow
He saw the grave in which he wanted to drown
And haunt the waters of a flowing burial ground
Sinking in the crawling to feel light
Claude ran upstairs
Frightened by the sight and unprepared
To face those rats
All swirling like a whirlpool so he sat
Up in his kitchen
And he heard that the squeals
Grew louder in his mind
Until he knew it was real
That more and more
Were joining up in the swell
They wanted Claude to join him
And they called to his soul
Just like a ghost
A presence that was felt inside his home
Becoming close
To calming down the nerve of his shadow
He saw the grave in which he wanted to drown
And haunt the waters of a flowing burial ground
Sinking in the crawling to feel light