TO THE RABBIT I KILLED ON THE ROAD THIS MORNING When I am dead as you are dead, struck down by cancer cells rampaging in my bladder or my pancreas, in my lymph nodes or my bones or both, or by my left anterior descending coronary artery strangling my heart to death, or by a driver driving too fast, too carelessly on a narrow country road to see me in time to swerve away, and if my spirit should meet...
