Second skin

First flush impressions
Colour and light
A feast for the eyes
It’s demeanour, bright
Psychopathy raging
A madness in flight
Cracked brained and bonkers
All down to hindsight

Oblivion paramount
Keyed up and tense
Unsurprised and astonished
With lots of suspense
A trap took his feet away
Revealing the wound
A dramatic spectacle
That had ballooned

Silent and furtive
Always concealed
Caught in a trap
Where all was revealed
35 million souls caught in a year
Wire hell and wire caged
And so full of fear

Scratching and tearing
And biting away
Concealed in the white Ice
And hiding they say
Shot from their boats
Or blundered to death
Canada bloated
And nursing each breath

Those great big black eyes
Blood on their rim
Laying upside down
Soon to be fresh cured trim
A falsification a distortion too
So much hypocrisy
Staring at you

Stuck Out in cages
Frost all about
Lots of thin wire
Kind of, wearing the doubt
Death trap and ambush
Credulity
Fiddle and diddle and
Swizzle for free

Noose snare and gin
A mask of disguise
Deceive and delude
And big bloodshot eyes
Weak thin and vapid
Frigidity
Resolved made up, desperate
And unwillingly

Unruly and cross grained
Spurned with dissent
Induced to rest steady
Moralistic and meant
Infection,contagion
A belly ache too
That good constitution
Euphoric for you

Unwholesomeness
Germ-laden
Give back retrocede
Renovate and renew
Where will it all lead
Source of danger foreboding
A cautionary note
Mummification
That’s what they wrote

Pickled and cured
In a chemical bath
Alert and vigilant
Finding the path
Misappropriation
Mishandle and be
Full of inertia
Through infinity

The second skin
Once so alive
Brutally beaten
Who took a dive
They did so battered
So broken so sad
Such vile aggressiveness
It’s war that we had

We were just canon fodder
Our skin was no more
Torn off a rusty hook
Bashed on the shore
Our brains bashed and bleeding
Our bollocks thrashed too
With the skin off our back
What do you do

And why do you do it
Slaughtered us so
Out in the water
On the ice floe
Our skin was our skin
You have your own
In The great arena
Where each has been blown

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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