WAR BUNNIES
The man-bunny sat
and reached for controls...
To dishes and guns
that would eat out our souls...
His ears back behind him
were blacker than white...
The water smeared gray
and then blocked out the light...
The sun flowered out
and then rose from the floor...
The gun powder spout
froze the bunnies at war.
Written By Jason Wright
JULY 19, 2006