DEAD RABBIT


 

 BLACK IS BLACK

DEATH IS DEATH

A RED TRICKLE

ON THE MOUTH OF A RABBIT

LAID OUT

IN THE COLD AND DARK

A CORPSE

ON THE DESERTED ROAD

I SHIVER

AS I LOOK AT THE BODY

SO SILENT

SO STILL

AND I LOOK FOR ITS SOUL

AND FIND IT

IN A TWINKLING STAR