the rabbit killer left his home for the clough and said goodbye to his infertile spouse carried air rifle and firm stock of wood carried night site telescope light a cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud and the grave keeper was out on his rounds yellow white shirt buried in duffle coat hood keeping edges out with mosaic color stones jawbone and the air rifle who would think they would bring harm jawbone and the air rifle one is cursed and one is borne the air rifle lets out a misplaced shot it smashed a chip off a valued tomb grave keeper tending wreath roots said explain move into the light of the moon i thought you were rabbit prey or a loose sex criminal rifleman he say you see i get no kicks anymore from wife or children four there s been no war for forty years and getting drunk fills me with guilt so after eight i prowl the hills eleven o clock i m too tired to fuck you see i ve been laid off work the grave keeper said you re out of luck and here is a jawbone caked in muck carries the germ of a curse of the broken brothers pentacle church formed on a scotch island to make you a bit of a man  jawbone and the air rifle who would think they would bring harm jawbone and the air rifle one is cursed and one is warm the rabbit killer did not eat for a week and no way he can look at meat no bottle has he anymore it could be his mangled teeth he sees jawbones on the street advertisements become carnivores and roadworkers turn into jawbones and he has visions of islands heavily covered in slime the villagers dance round pre fabs and laugh through twisted mouths don t eat it s disallowed suck on marrowbones and energy from the mainland jawbone and the air rifle who would think they would bring harm jawbone and the air rifle one is cursed and one is gone