The images imagined outside the text itself, but still linked to the feelings and emotions of the poem, I explained to Bob that I was working through some photographic images of World War I and the concept I have been developing of the ongoing battle between man and rats. The trench rats of WW1 were allegedly the worst ever witnessed. The images of utter despair of the soldiers being subjected to the squalor and torture of trench warfare, seem to be almost maniacal when they get the opportunity to do some rat killing.
The image was also in my mind of the squalor that the rats themselves saw as their natural habitat?
Who has been winning in this war? Are the rats still unconquerable? Do they continue to battle against man, in the way that man appears to be continually battling with them?
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