The Rabbit
The dread from inside Keeps coming out To remind you That the beautiful love you feel Can not last. The head will be cut off, The rabbit will run Half headless Into the darkness under the ferns To die there alone Panicked and starving. But that little rabbit Held trembling Alive Kisses your fingers and looks at you So honestly Because it needs you And you can feel its small body Breathing and shivering And settling down in your lap It forgets that there is a world Away from your lap That wants to eat it And boil it Or put it in an oven Because its better that way. That's how you eat a rabbit. Didn’t you know?
