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[Moon Rabbits]

swaddled and swathed like an infant
he digs up soil,
harlequin skin protected by thick gloved hide.

to him sweat sparkles like diamonds -
he imagines it tastes like sugar.

in rapturous rhythm he works.
his skin, mottled and marred by purples and puce
like the lilacs he plants
and by molten reds deeper than roots
and darker than the sun the skin fears.

children whisper
(baby's breath)
as they waddle home from school.
some of them point (poinsettia).
not one notices
the single budding chrysanthemum
struggling in the searing heat
of a deadly summer's day.

[Dignified Pauper]

Is this about harlequin fetus syndrome?

[Moon Rabbits]

It's about a man who lives on my street who gardens all the time in winter clothes because he has a skin disorder. Children laugh at him on their way home from school.

[Sword]

I thought this was going to be about Harlequin Ichthyosis - the scariest smurfing thing I've ever seen in my entire life.

EDIT: Sorry, how rude of me. This is a nice poem

[Dignified Pauper]

Precisely what i thought. Harlequin Fetus.