The cleaners are coming
Rabbit lost a leg
Gnawed it off
When the trap fell
Cheshire Cat
Smells like gin
We all fall
Down
They emptied his post box
Wiped the boot marks off the wall
Cleared the empty packets
The cans
From the side
Like rubbing out his story
You are gone now
Glue creates electricity
When pulled
We stuck stuck stickied
Fell through the floor together
Isolated in our descent
Faithful in our descent
Clinging to something
That thing without a name
Know know knowing
The trip
And fall
Maybe rabbit chewed his leg off to stop himself falling
Whispers Alice
Some lies are best not scrutinized
She lays them out as a bed to fall on
We sit quietly in the hallway
Listening to the wires and brushes
What did he leave behind
Unpaid bills
Special offers
Last year’s paper
What did he leave behind
Us we whisper
Us
We sit quietly in the hall
Waiting for the next
White rabbit
There will always be another
For that we can be sure.