The crying rabbit

Pity is pain,
some unholy rain
running down your cheek
for shame.

Now’s not then,
never know just when
the game is up; or if
it’s changed.

Take the truth
Stick it in
As down as it’ll go.

As you blink,
clear away the pink
of your rabbit eyes.
Forgive.

Finished on 09/03/2002