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James has a large rabbit that is
allowed to go with him on airplanes.
The rabbit is shot during a
jurisdictional dispute.
The new rabbit walks upright but is more
circumspect.
“Cock-a-doodle-doo,”
he says with a twinkle.
“Why don’t you ever talk about the
woods?”, we ask.
Trained as a logician, eco-systems
are above his pay-grade.
But he will say, “That’s all folks!”
to humor James.
Sweet to work at the
mammal school but
forbidden to write about heightened
mammal communal senses or
evolution of frontal lobe
in student mammals.
We watch mammals groom each other
and lick each others’ genitalia
clean in
cross-individual arousal lesson,
wishing our minds would feel feelings
with fellow experimentors
but forbidden to feel
communal feelings of mammals.
One battery pumps water
up high then lets it flow down.
One battery looks like sand
and will not combust.
One battery touches rock to air
as of old.
Sign PETROL high above highway
guides us to the battery center.
Potatoes are show batteries.
The ionosphere is a leaky battery.
You and I are battery-like.
Our slaves dig rocks to feed the battery.
She who would discover the future battery
must be clear of heart and pure of mind.
