IV.

rabbits flaunt white arses over the paddocks

and you know you’re a townie now

because murder in cold blood

is only your second thought

beyond brainless adoration

sweeties sweeties sweeties sweeties

you and your lover

have booked a cottage in the country

so you can fuck brazen

and constant as tractors

away from your too many flatmates

while roaches and moths thrash their instincts

helpless against your house of light

and throughout your sleepy morning ministrations

the rabbits perch on the edge of your veranda

bold as you like although she doesn’t like

to hear you reminisce

on your buried bloodlust

so you try to tell her a memory of when

the cows would suck each other’s teats

they got a special nose ring

to discourage the behaviour

your girlfriend tilts her grin to show

the opals blazing in her septum piercing

then returns her seeking mouth to your breast