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 are and 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 red your back,blue your manly little cheast. But if you're ever goaded into being one beware thr True Flesh, it
will knock you off your tragic horse and break your tragic colors like a ghost breaks marble; your wounds will heal so quickly waterwill be jealous. Rabbits on white paper painted outgrow 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 trap all colors look like sunlight's sword, and scissors like The Living Lord. STAN RICE