Tips of his
on the strings, fingers unremarked
from impression. Owner
of the white rabbit, trying to strum
the ground separated in blue shadow;
spread across the floor, a
crowd of shells covered in all of creation’s
echo.
What were we when we were stripped of faith
and left alone to our suffering:
God’s children or our Mother’s thorn
thrown from the crib and carried
by the crane to apocalypse?
Lance Chaney is currently studying English at Lake Land College in hopes of becoming a
poet. When he is not studying, he can be found writing in his hometown or working at the
Mattoon Public Library. He is a recipient of the Gwendolyn Brooks Youth Poetry Award.
"White rabbit" by hehaden is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0.
