The big one

A calamitous state of affairs
doth exist
for this elephants feeding away
at peace with himself
tasting the freshness
hopeful of life
then… dismay

interrupted him
and I can feel
shock waves coming
from his clearly fresh sweet green entree
a family with guns to the ready
were ready to blow him away

He was a majestic creature
a sensitive sentient soul
created to carry a burden of trust
and candidly try to control
his great handsome tusks
the tools that he used
to root through the bushes and tear
he knew that the habitat was being lost
man un kind, not about to share

hunters were paying the piper
the wild one’s aware of the deals
they saw and the realised families were coming
that’s really how it all feels
animals sense and smell trouble
they hear foreign sounds in their head
the smells of these women its alien stuff
and encompasses in them some dread

they are wild and of course are tuned in
to their space
they remember the blossoms, the grass
every trace
and though never seeing some of the flowers
they are very aware with their delicate powers
of perception they can
build up a picture and some realise
with the noise they are making
it won’t be a surprise

but here was an ambush some family
and one of those hunting firms trying to be
all things to all people but of course they
are mercenary soldiers who sell us each day
mark us as targets victims to those
who have the big bucks and thus I suppose
its these ill gotten gains that turn heads
every time
as out of the swamp comes this foul smelling slime

ready to point directly at those
who are ready to live on their faces it shows
but are marked up to die
via amateur shots
who giggle and fret though they have pots and pots
of the money that turns heads and closes some eyes
for with enough money the biggest surprise
I can get targeted I am today
they have clearly got money to blow me away

they are after my tusks there’s no doubt about that
coming to terms with this
this tit for tat
our lives are mean’t to be spent
in the field
but the great power of money
and what it does yield
is too much for all of us
we appear doomed
where ever man wanders
with his heart so entombed
in his pocket the earthlings
they don’t have a chance
the risks are immense
there is no second glance

its BANG and the steel projectile
delves into
our bodily structure
and might pass straight through
Yes it all over the searing hot lead
cuts through the marrow
and death comes instead

with his black shiny sickle
to carve a great hole
and we feel ourselves falling
shot up by the troll
some vile human being
his family in tow
jackasses laughing as
down I now go
screaming those false screams
meaningless tarts
who come with their bare legs
and hard wooden hearts
the men well what are they
insensitive gits
one look at them
and we all get the shits
the canned trophy wallah’s
bribed with dollar bills
whose march to the bank
gives them one or two thrills
Yes as I crunch on my knees
I now know
despite years still in me
I do have to go
and thus that draws dust in clouds
everywhere
I close both my eyes
to re visit despair