Family of little bunnies
parted by air
dancing with the breeze
and the traction of aeroplanes
One hefty grandpa
suffers an existential crisis
contemplates death of self
Worried, he looks misty and dark
and immobile
how will his kin survive, without him,
the stratospheric turmoil?
He gathers them around
one last time
briefs them about the mass exodus
Explains to them his plan will fail
if they don't dive together
Naive father-mother, innocent bubbly children
tie themselves to one another
All three generations say a little prayer
unbuckle their seat belts and jump souther
Rapidly, tumbling down
running away from the hole in the sky
galloping through air
they've swallowed distance completely
When they fall on my parched skin
in rain and hail and sleetly
I look up at the sky
This is no ordinary noise
but thunderous applause
Grandpa, you've finally reached your destiny
and this suicide seems to be the probable cause.