Rabbit Eggs [30/03/17]

Like Birth
Spring is a time of
New life and
Wailing and
Filth.
The summer-starved world romanticizes
Its arrival voraciously with
Lush carnal pastorals:
Warrens filled to bursting with
Rabbit eggs.

The spring reeks rotten,
Like those who, lately entombed with the emerging Earth
Too world-soaked to last the winter
Hotly decay to melt the snow.

Frost defies thaw
To quench the new shoots and buds
As if the Earth, embarrassed by its virginal reincarnations
Strove to halt the blossomings
With its last filthy-wet
Gasps of obscene
Hibernal air.

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