Zachary Stands
1 min readSep 18, 2020
In the morning silence
of an inlet fall
a rabbit head
removed from its body,
half-buried in the grass,
stares up with a single lidless eye
pulling down light
through cracked glass,
blankly searching for reasons
why one would kill small others
and how unlucky feet stood
deficient to protect
transformation from meat
into stemless tufts of cotton
scattered, and fluttering
in a memorable gasp.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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