(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Durer's Hare

Vivid
as Durer's hare

as if my eyes had drawn
each & every hair

knew personally
each strand

its coat moving softly
in the breeze

moving with the rhythm
of its breathing

a real live hare
an inch and an eternity away

hanging out with us

humans
as if we weren't humans

just
other hares

almost expecting him
to say hello

being with us
us being with him

upon a bank
of sunlight

as if we were
passangers

at a bus stop waiting

for a bus that never
comes

twitching a nostril
scratching itself

my uncle & I stare
as long as forever is

not moving
a muscle

as if were the only humans
in an animal's world

two living statues un-
-til...

with a blurr of speed
my uncle karated chopped it

the hare
instantly an animal
in a human's world

Durer's hare
nothing now but

a bubbling
in a stew pot

but still my living
work of art

as the sun loses its way
and as day becomes night

Always remember this
I thought

'Humans will always be humans! '

Even uncles!

i cried myself
to sleep that night

siding with the rabbits.

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