skinned rabbit walks with a shambling gait
careful treading across the uncloaked dawn
while every eye turns
while every eye spurns
saying "there is nothing naked on this green globe"
no one sees what no one wants to see
skinned rabbit sits midst the gathering masses
invisible and pained by every gentle breeze
as warm sun dries and cracks the broken flesh
singing cover me and clothe me in compassion
bind up my ever-ache with knit bands of love
that walking in the morn might bring joy again
Harnessing Chaos 
"no one sees what no one wants to see" Skinned Rabbit peels the callous of indifference off my warm fuzzies. Good stuff Pete.
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