Friday, April 1, 2011

Bunny Rabbits

[disclaimer: this is a depressing poem. let the reader be aware.]

"If your right hand makes you stumble, cut it off and throw it from you; for it is better for you to lose one of the parts of you body, than for you whole body to go into hell."
Matthew 5:3o

What’s forgotten
in the stories
of rabbits
gnawing off legs
caught in traps
is the time

The general sense
of sacrifice
is remembered.

Not many
can picture the scene
without recognizing
the pain.

But the time
gets ignored.
Rabbit teeth
aren’t designed
for tearing flesh.
A job like that
would take


How many starve
while chewing?

How many die of blood loss
before freeing themselves?

How many give up and wait
for something, a savior or hunter,
to put an end to their plight?

How long do you suppose
they’d have to wait?

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