Saturday, 10 August 2013

The Kingfisher / The Rabbit



The  Kingfisher

You never see the kingfisher.
You only see something that
could not be
anything else




The Rabbit

Once we found a rabbit a fox
had got and bellysplit
open and torn
guts coming out we brought it home

in a dustpan held it
careful and quivering its eye

was open still whirling madly then
still looking up

underneath its blood-
stuck fur its heart beat still
like a frog’s throat
then stopped.

Later, we found a dead rabbit.
We laid it on a spot we knew
and left

we came back to the place
it had been
taken

 

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