DEATH OF AN ARCHITECT
their meat shines pale-healthy and red
all
juicy
and
real
and
anticipation-tense
in
the burn and glow from the fire
gone clothes are nothing on the floor
there is
more
in
the room
than two carbon-water processors
working protein into energy
-
the rabbit lays dead in the lane
all
Watership Down
red
cherry
blood
fills a long still ear
more missing from him than air
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