Tremoring in foxholes
bleeding rabbits hide their eyes
while the foxes circle
A phoenix blazes from the sky
burning the night to ash
the ashes of fear are choking us
the ashes of fear cover us
in the quiet blanket of gray amnesia
The rabbits hide their eyes
burrowing in the bed of ashes
and beg for forgetfulness
while fires still smolder with memory
The foxes circle and whisper,
"do not fear children,
you are safe with us."
