‘Watership Down’ mentioned
you ever snatch a bit of courage
out of a rabbit’s jaw?
twixt cloven clovers chewed to the root
thick thistles crammed tight ‘tween milk-sipping,
as a child, who wasn’t sure that they could learn
the rabbit words?
take on that rabbit skull, tiny foot bones, trembling ribs,
say the word for terror.
where are your
shake with sense that the world was designed
to confine and consume you.
what a conceit
your fear and helpless, peaceful fists are to protect the world from you.
if they’d just remember—
the Prince of the warrens
was a thief and not a warrior,
he had wits for blades and blades for brains.
I love this poem. It captures a lot. Really enjoy “you ever snatch a bit of courage
out of a rabbit’s jaw?” and the images of the second to last stanza