Rabbit Song
I stood too near the warren
and when I stumbled back, the rabbits stamped in alarm.
Iambic admonition, cautionary song.
Of what in the wood did they warn? Of whom?
Source of the text - Arlene Kim, What have you done to our ears to make us hear echoes? Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions, 2011, p. 50
Bourguignomicon: Hare
iambs; poem as a Paul Revere ride. Not just the poet’s closing questions but
also: who’s being warned? If rabbits are poets, who is I?
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