Rabbits to You: Exhibit

All the universe is full of the lives of perfect creatures

But the universe has fallen into dark oblivion

Menfolk bear their horns in front

and women theirs behind

Where have mine gone?

They’re over there, pinned to the wall

Pope John Paul the second is in the eye of a needle,

He managed to pass through without a scratch

While administering ant eggs to one afflicted with (and desiring to fall out of)

Love lies in the chemical composition

White moths are the souls of the dead

Look, they are there, pinned to the wall

The only way out is to say Rabbits to you

Hare hare hare

Don’t forget that bees dislike bad behavior

And menstruous women

While the magnetic oracle is under repair

Nothing is on the wall here

A skeletal dog looks at me

Stabbing cobalt eyes

Not a movement

An electric tingle in the air

He bows forward, head resting on paws

I have to walk away and break the spell

Before they pin me to the wall

For the spore has been inhaled

And I feel the beginning of the new horn

The tinkling bell wheel spins again

Singing me in,

Your exhibit is waiting

Following me endlessly

It is extraordinarily curious

HARE RABBIT HARE

A spoon of spit and duck’s breath

Keeps the horns down

And away from the wall

Quick,

Eat the mice on toast to cure your bed wetting