Buckwheat Rabbits by Terry Cummings

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Buckwheat rabbits hold to hear the footfalls come
Unfeeling of the stains that curse their mouth
And dripping to the ground the saliva pours
From throbbing teeth and bloodshot eyes
Maturities fruit sticks in the throat
And waits a moment before becoming swallowed
Buckwheat rabbits prepare for flight
From the man