The Burrow King (A Bird's Lament)

The burrow king is more alive than others. A rabbit emerges from its burrow. It's a rabbit no more. A seabird emerges from its burrow and flys off. Off goes the seabird. Sparkles cover the sky and the heart is pure. (There are no victims in our minds.) The lady is petting my snow leopard. I tell her to move politely. She hears bells. I grab her by the ears and take her away. The sunshine is good on me. I am thinking like a baby again. And your soft skin is good. I bite it. Each bite, seabirds hatch. I want nothing to do with the eggshells. I dismember my old ways and watch seabirds pile up like beggars.