Velveteen

I want to tell you the rabbit
was real all along
he simply needed to undo the zipper.
The hunter came
said how do you like your supper
but the rabbit didn’t stew
or stir, the rabbit
with his doll eyes and boy love
the rabbit sang
with a low cry like tiny knobs
while the hunter turned the dial.
The skin horse burned,
the radio blazed, nothing
touched the boy
and the song
went on.