What the Children Saw
by Jannie M Dresser
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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We peeked, each of us with one bare toe
Squeezed into a knothole,
Glad to trade the pain for another look.
We couldn't see any trees back there,
Just a concrete patio blotched with dirt, and
Blood, and in the far corner
Heavy wooden crates, bound with baling wire.
Full of rabbits, hundreds of them,
All young ones, hiding in the shadows.
Over their heads a sheet of crinkled metal
Stretched across the neighbor's yard.
Underneath, lined up against
The back fence were ten silver buckets.
Catching the steady drips from where
They hung, above, with their necks wrung out.
This is a poem that has been published, Sunrust magazine, many years ago.
It was greatly improved after a workshop with poet David Wagoner at Squaw Valley.
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|Reviewed by Linda Hill
Vivid imagery here, so sad, sad, sad about how the rabbits were treated.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Another fact of life, though a practice that should no longer be as all life is a special gift. Very descriptive and well done....
Be always safe,