POEM: The Rabbit's Dying Lament

I smirk as I lay dying
hunted down in cold blood

to think I am the symbol
of the Resurrection holiday

I laugh at the
theologians of nature
who say the earth recycles herself
trying to construct immortality
of this soup of chemicals

somehow I am supposed to be content
to spend my after life as Elmer Fudd's
excrement

Nature is so divine
for those who live beyond her tenets
With my dying breath
I curse that bitch goddess
Mother Nature