Harsh Imagery
Serpents twine around my neck
Hellfire burns my foolish pride
Toiling under the naked sun
I calmly, silently, shoot not one
But two of the most troubling images
I've ever seen
A great black beast is taken down
Fingered hands scratch at the ground
Frantic eyes release the pain
And fade slowly into nothingness
A silverback, one more, one less
The killers in this tropic land
They sever skin and feet and hands
And leave the rest to rot away.
They kill for sport and pleasure.
They do not know that they are watched.
From the first loud crack
Of the vile gun
The eerie silence erupts as one
And a flock of tiny, jewelled wings
Descends and ends the blatent uprising.
Poacher and prey now share the same fate.
As a still watcher, I know well to hide
The whirling jewels calm to frightened birds
They settle a moment, then tear at the sky.
And the clearing is barren,
Only pale bones,
Can be seen in the piles of feathers and stones.
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