Who kissed whose ear

Existence was a priority
A speciality
Under the sun
Where the wild ones run
Immortal essentially

The road was long and dusty
A figment a pipe dream
The men of straw were running
In their sights the cream
Of the crop of the wild felines
The lion its golden mane
Its ancestry forever
About to be a gain

Guns firing every which way
Fifteen thousand bucks
A noble soul falls forward
The whole damn business sucks
Strikingly and blatantly
The King no longer sees
Wretchedly and distressingly
Collapses on his knees

One shot clearly did it
This amazing beast was gone
Its supremacy so shattered
Its command now upon
The earth the scrub around about
Surpassed all others he
Took the bullet through the heart
And was no longer free

Eyes wide open seeing little
Head down in the dust
The light was gone forever
The fragility of trust
The precarious existence
As brittle as could be
Really in the point of time
It happened instantaneously

The hunters were beside themselves
Leaping in the air
Hugging kissing each others ears
The explosion they did share
It all appeared as timely
An auspicious to a tee
Persistent and obsessive
Continuity

The great beast lay still warming
Dig a mound and place its head
Firmly on that mound of earth
The trophy there instead
Its canines bared and powerful
Its death smile underlies
The canned hunt not a blind stunt
When a brutal killer dies

The adjective so beautiful
Is shared by one and all
Unseeing of the living soul
Its the corpse that now they call
By such great terms I ask you
In death the Lion became
A creature if such beauty
That hearts it did inflame

This was an assassination
And invasion of good sense
They came to do the dirty
And of course it all was tense
The slaying was so easy
It was murder at first light
The husbandry of hatred
It didn’t put up a fight

how could it was preordained
A hunting fee was paid
A guarantee was published
That was their stock in trade
The adversity and the agony
The anguish and the pain
Was bought the Lion was caught
Up in the fucking human chain

It leaves me cold to witness
The stridor of it all
The wheeze the choke
The grunt that broke
The silence of its fall
The discord the cacophony
Of death the tuneless muse
I wish I could have changed the course
So the hunter man would lose

His life perhaps the lion as well
But see him stark and lost
Bloodied by an enormous paw
That his arrogance had cost
Him his life that would have been
Justifiably
More balanced in the scheme of things
With both souls flying free