About this Rabbit

This poem is about the inevitable downfall of a Hamlet-type character. Through the eyes of an Ophelia, the poem contemplates the idea of death of a person as they watch the other die spiritually.

There is something about this rabbit

Standing there unamused and too intolerant to life

Barely a whisker can be tamed to lift that downwards glance

Yet after a coin or two, it’s mustered up a sweetness

A cooling fire that burned at its own pace igniting the darker core of me.

 

Try as one might, the deathly grasp of its presence haunts me

Mindless and eager, only eons and eons can guarantee safety

There is something about this rabbit

That rots me to the core and penetrates the very thoughts of who I am.

Nothing but a zombie does this creature make one.

 

No vaccine can relieve this push and pull,

And rendered functionless until this stream runs clean again.

Tingling and shivering, this combat of lustful territory

Has completely consumed the essence of my soul.

I wander away hoping the distance is the only grave

For diseases that consume the body and the mind.       

There is something about this rabbit

And it will be the end for me to know.