The Myth of Innocence, an answer, perhaps, to
I must have missed the kittens others saw
drowned when they were young. Puppies blind in sacks
weighted, or the city way, left on tracks,
or just plain left. But the kids round us swore
Ian at the end house threw his rabbit
live against the garage door. Little shit -
he probably did. I didn't see it
but we held it against him anyway.
I don't remember innocence at all
or its loss. The rabbit survived I guess
a bit bruised and dazed like after the fall -
myself - I've always been a twitchy mess,
and though lacking 'memories' I did build heart,
so hating Ian must have played some part.