1st, Short category 2004 - Margaret Livingstone
Last year there was a skeleton on the path.
A rabbit. Teeth intact. Some remaining skin,
Each day I watched its gentle subsidence,
the tiny returning steps to earlier dust.
Each night its fragile luminescence
faded a little under the grey-green light.
This year there’s no sign of those glimmering bones,
no perceptible greening of that spot,
just the outline of my knowledge imprinted in the earth
like the shadow of a shadow beneath the grass.