The just-born rabbits in the garden
huddled blind, translucent, hardly here
I called John (a farmer),
and asked him what to do:
Put your boot on them. Now you’ve been there,
the mother will never come back.
— life from whom
death also springeth green
— thy leave to sleep
huddled blind, translucent, hardly here
I called John (a farmer),
and asked him what to do:
Put your boot on them. Now you’ve been there,
the mother will never come back.
— life from whom
death also springeth green
— thy leave to sleep

