the taxidermists

[huonekasmi]

oh nebulous & nimble nimrods
scutter away, haste,
scurry,
gloat
with your rabbit heads
and bows and arrows of osier
someone told me of them
someone did
but i went and forgot
the entrail trail grows
strong here,
in these thickets of thistle
thimbles at ready,
and yarn
to your needles
for now we must stitch
it all together
somehow.

five or ten or so minutes.