I look at her, with her cane and carrier bag,
And do what the doctor said:
Think about bunnies in the field.
She’s an old lady and nothing more, waiting
For the train like the rest of us. I breathe,
One, two, three, four. An old lady
And nothing more -except that
She is more (bunnies in the field);
She’s the Crone, mother of all evil,
Destroyer of worlds, of each world
In every one of us (breathe, one,
Two, three, four). She can’t fool me.
Behind those dentures there are fangs
Ready to eat and she and her shadow men
(Bunnies in the field) will tear us apart.
They have been following me for
Some time, the shadow men.
Long necks, long fingers (one, two, three, four),
Slithering from the corners, sucking all joy
From the world, my world, my heart,
My shrinking heart that only sees in
White and black now. And no amount
Of meds make the shadow men go away.
I bet it was them who told the Crone about her.
For she cradles the cribs of babies
Who never get to wake up, this cursed
Murderous Crone dressed as Lady Claus.
It was her who cradled the crib of mine.
(Go beyond four, count to five)
Her and her shadow men.
He doesn’t believe me, of course.
No one does. But I know it
I come closer to her.
She smells of death.
(Bunnies in the field)
Old fool, thinking she can hide in
The wrinkle disguised of a grand-mama.
I can see the void in her eyes,
It’s the same void of my arms since she
Was taken away.
The train is arriving, the shadow men
stirring, deciding. They know what
I’m about to do. Will they
Stick with her or let me go through?
(Bunnies in the field)
I can set you all free, shadow men.
I have no need for you to do my bidding.
The train is rising a breeze, announcing
Its arrival. The time is now.
I lift my hand a little
(Count, count to four!)
And the shadow men retire
To the corners, under the seats,
Behind the sandwich bar.
And I see my babe on the other
Side of the de tracks (bunnies in
The field, bunnies in the field!)
And all the babies that she took,
With her granny dress and carrier
Bag and knitted hat and weathered cane.
And I press, I push, I back away.
(Bunnies in the field).
Amid the shouting and chaos,
I breath. Deeply. And then I count,
One, two, three, four.
I hold my bunnies and my baby
And decide to take the bus back home.