Fox Teeth in the Bunny

Wlodzimierz Ksiazek

Wlodzimierz Ksiazek

I tremble at the imagery
Young men spattered in blood
and they the living while the dead
lie bound beheaded in the sand
all while a film crew films
in a matter of moments
a scene goes viral on the web
of gawkers with paint for blood
who dream of riding headless
through cities of anarchy
those both near and far
wimper This is not OUR war!
dipping french fries into ketchup
super-sized today’s come`on
at the corner McDonald’s
I tremble at the imagery
A young man in an iron cage
standing in the pool of Syrian oil
Blood`brother of those whose
torch lights the fire of hell
the free world celebrates
the fall in the price of gasoline
negotiating better deals on trucks
beds of which will haul but air
unfit for the living to breathe

“For nursery days are gone, nightmare is
real and there are no good Fairies.
The fox’s teeth are in the bunny
and nothing can remove them, honey.” ~ Gavin Ewart


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Fox Teeth in the Bunny

  1. Wow! That’s quite powerful; it makes me feel enraged and repulsed and guilty all at once. I love the lines “beds of which will haul but air / unfit for the living to breathe.”


    • Yes, to come face to face with such evil stirs up so many volatile emotions and we MUST seek ways to express those or else in suppressing them become participants in them . . . Thank you for reading and responding: it is always an honor to know you have been heard . . . I appreciate it . . .


  2. immolating – I admire the dignity of your outrage


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