Rat Catcher

The Enfeeble I feel repulsed when he is near I ought to have compassion for this cripple a twisted foot and an arm that does not function right a beggar with scabby skin eyes as black as looking into the dark side of a wishing star. This is not a man you can be nice to the more you give him the more he hates you and wishes you an early death. His diversion is to follow funeral processions but not into the cemetery no one wants him there I have wondered why I hate this man so much it must have had a background of my childhood and I found it. After the war in Norway there was some hunger in the land but I had noticed at the gymnasium where the children of the middle classes went to become our future suits, a concrete box for trash and unopened parcels of lunch food. But I had to be quick rats knew it too had a parcel in my hand when a rat jumped up tried to grab it and its eyes shone of loathing it hated me for being human just like the cripple who dislike humanity he blames for his perpetual hardship. In the knowledge he will hate me more I now give him a shilling or two, this dirty little man who never takes a bath has a mother denying she gave birth to this satanic being, but I fear him too, four black horses and he, the only mourner.