Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Epistemology

From my bed I hear
the screaming of rabbits
murdered in the night.

Although I never hear
your screams,
I know that they are there.

3 comments:

Noah the Great said...

They're so loud and silent at the same time.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I hate to think of murdered rabbits.... powerful words

ozymandiaz said...

WOW