He sauntered to the bus stop,
stood still, didn’t feel a thing
and then the cement beneath

him gave way and he fell feet
first into the fifteen-foot deep
hole and was surrounded by

rats for the time before he was
rescued. He said he couldn’t
yell for help for fear the rats

would get into his mouth. For-
tunately, the rescue was swift.
His sister said he is recovering

from a broken arm and leg but
the trauma of the swarming rats
will haunt him for a long, long

time. Sorry for your experience,
pal, but could there possibly
be a better metaphor for now?