KERRIN P. SHARPE
rabbit rabbit
my mother tamed a rabbit
fur-trimmed scented
in a hat she could hide in
fur-trimmed scented
in a hat she could hide in
they bunny hopped on the hat’s
dance floor and because
the rabbit led with his chin
dance floor and because
the rabbit led with his chin
my mother insisted
his razor and strop
were restrained in the bathroom
his razor and strop
were restrained in the bathroom
once she found blood on her towel
once she wondered if the rabbit
was cutting away her coats
once she wondered if the rabbit
was cutting away her coats
when he needed forgiveness
the rabbit slept on a white napkin
my mother ate hunter’s oatmeal
the rabbit slept on a white napkin
my mother ate hunter’s oatmeal
so the rabbit knew the boss
the examination unremarkable
the resurrection hearts rewired and jailed
are cavities of metal birds the lower branches
that never sing on the kissing side
in ward 26 surgeons teach with no ischaemic changes
the ECG to say probable plaque rupture
too many eggs a stenosis
too much bacon mild and eccentric
for the heart no longer hunts
are cavities of metal birds the lower branches
that never sing on the kissing side
in ward 26 surgeons teach with no ischaemic changes
the ECG to say probable plaque rupture
too many eggs a stenosis
too much bacon mild and eccentric
for the heart no longer hunts
the morning of my mother’s funeral her cup is sober-minded
two plumbers install a shower
my mother will never use
my mother will never use
they eat her peanut rockies
in the coronation tin
in the coronation tin
they pour tea
from her noritake pot
from her noritake pot
and read her cup
this morning the leaves present
this morning the leaves present
a coffin and men at work
a spade as steady as grave digging
the earth a circle within a cross
my cousin the cardinal
walks my mother
walks my mother
through psalm 23
so she’ll not want
so she’ll not want
everything takes too long
for the undertaker
for the undertaker
the mass this poem
the cup of tea
the cup of tea
outside 76a I make him
stop the hearse so the plumbers
stop the hearse so the plumbers
at the gate can lower
their cloth caps to my mother
their cloth caps to my mother
two grave diggers well away
from the artificial grass
from the artificial grass
share a smoke with the reverence
of strangers and with the same
of strangers and with the same
courtesy wait for the tea
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kerrin P. Sharpe’s first book of poems three days in a wishing well was published by VUP in 2012. A selection of her work appeared in Oxford Poets 13. Her second book is forthcoming from VUP in 2014.