Trams

Mama said:
‘if you slit the rabbit’s ears,
it’ll come back to you when you call it.’

We hid where the trams sleep,
underneath the wet machines,
killing ants with our fingertips.

With ray guns we played hide and seek;
catch the femur, pull the elbow,
black helmet for the villain,
white helmet for the hero.

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