TRAGIC RABBIT

Tragic rabbit, a painting.The caked ears green like rolled corn.The black forehead pointing at the stars.A painting on my wall, aloneas rabbits areand aren’t. Fat red cheek,all Art, trembling nose,a habit hard to break as not.You too can be a tragic rabbit; green and redyour back, blue your manly little chest.But if you’re ever goaded into being onebeware the True Flesh, itwill knock you off your tragic horseand break your tragic colors like a ghostbreaks marble; your wounds will healso quickly waterwill be jealous.Rabbits on white paper paintedoutgrow all charms against their breeding wild;and their rolled corn ears become horns.So watch out if the tragic life feels fine –caught in that rabbit trapall colors look like sunlight’s swords,and scissors like The Living Lord.