Art and the animals who apparently make it all possible

Realness and actuality
The canvas can it be
Used to create a picture
Possibly of thee
And how might that be possible
With what brush will you use
A sable or a mongoose
Or a badger lets abuse

A hog, we seem to feel the need
To slaughter as we go
For any kind of reason
To help improve the flow
School grade water colour
Saw the mongoose flayed alive
Trapped in some contraption
Unable to survive

Or simply shot thats how its done
Murdered in cold blood
A rootless kind of bounty
Stolen from the mud
Its truly soft I have been told
Absorbing colour well
It was always very special
Protecting organs shall
We think, about the animal
Needing its strong hair
And being sad to give it up
For sure it wasn’t fair

Thousands of them were murdered
Out in India I hear
Their greatness at snake killing
Was something most held dear
But their hair found that new premium
And the artists do insist
On having at least one mongoose
On their studio list

Their pictures they are blood stained
Tortured racked and sick
How can we create a sight
With death wrapped on a stick
To me charcoal and chalk are simple
Instruments which can
Create an air of naturalness
And thus a better plan

To me the use of animals hair
Is ludicrous and sad
Artists should be sensitive
To surroundings and its bad
When they insist on animals dying
Just so they can paint
Ethic and a true sense of feeling
No they bloody ain’t

Got it sadly I don’t think so
What they really need
Is a kicking let them feel a bruised arse
For when they succeed
Let them share the contraption
Metered out to our friend
Hiding in the leaves somewhere
Soon to be its end

For there as it goes wandering
The trap catches its feet
And it will lie there bleeding
And that is just no treat
If a painter cannot create
A vision without the aid of death
Then that painter is no painter
Those really have their breath

Their lips their eyes and ears
And hands thats really all they need
And now a simple tool to paint
Simple they concede
For its with the eyes and senses
And the hands that one can feel
Can mould this in their psyche
Know that its for real

Soften and create a sky
as magnificent as today
And pick out all the details
As you went on your way
Kolkata boosts a failing trade
In mongoose brushes they
Have myriad image time shell shaped
Arches all the way
Into the emotions imagine such a beast
Catching snakes if what it takes
Somehow it doesn’t play

The same hair used for brushes
To create a tonal scene
Perhaps a cantankerous soldier
Looking more than mean
Or perhaps a wondrous seascape
With the softness of the sail
The plunging lunging waves of green
That form the glowing trail

If you know someone who is painting
Tell them to beware
Not be sold these animal’s brushes
That if they really care
Imagine a bloody palette
Or your paper or your paint
For the synthetic transition
For death won’t make you a saint

Those buying your art work
Possibly don’t know
Or care about the medium
How it all did flow
But for those who understand this
How the mongoose came to die
And only for the reason
That the artist lives a lie

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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