a dog, a bird, a bunny

A DOG, A BIRD, A BUNNY

 

 

we emerged from our spring

as shadow puppets

 

as the flat, vacant, gray image

of another’s contorted fingers

 

we crawled along

distant, unadorned surfaces

 

we embraced our darkness

and shunned dimensions

 

we worshipped the saints

 

of nuclear paranoia,

of tight flesh in a rhubarb patch,

of emotion as absurdism,

of spark one up

 

behind empty warehouses

and along low tide shorelines

 

in small corners,

away from street lights

 

our shady bodies

merging with night

 

as we ritually twisted

and swayed to the chants

of bunnymen and banshees

 

androgynous, uninhibited, anarchists

without a bulky substance

 

we were shadow puppets

 

the progeny of a million

crooked hands

blocking the light,

creating shapes  -  facsimiles

 

and now, at the twilight

of endlessness, we are

 

the fallout, the burn, the scar

imprinted on the ruins

of our own memory;

 

our nuclear winter.