Wikipedia Poem, No. 892
through next week.
Dead, I could not
be allowed to move
when my rabbit ran away
it is usually a red dress that day.
When my leg went west.
The dead I could not say—
owned what a belief.
I could not say—so who
owns this chief relief. I could be.
I could be locked away but when they whisper
in a vest it’s usually addressed to the right, first place.
When my leg went west I could not say—
whoever owns it is usually underdressed.
Move when my rabbit runs away: It is
unusually in first place. When they are
so usable assume one of their lips looks away.
Source: Ruefle, Mary. “When Adults Talk”. Selected Poems. Seattle: Wave Books, 2011. Print.