Face to face

The inevitable
The face to face encounter
A victim feels the peril
The victors wearing fur
He’ s inherited the vilest
Characteristics
Working for fur companies
Who were
Always in the market
For the finest furs available
Wildness is the quality
They need
Face to face with death
And all it’s rotten implications
Taking on a trapper
And knowing who will bleed

Heartless and unfeeling
Is the trapper
Contraptions of this kind
Are wholly bad
Impenetrable souls
Unimaginative roles
Philistines whose one idea
Is to torture a wild lad

Their eyes meet
It is over for the wild soul
Worked into a frenzy
And now he will
Be wasted on the spot
For his coat he won’t earn a lot
It’s the fashion houses
And designers that have got

An arrogance above and beyond
Their station
Ignorance of animals who should
Gain respect for they live in their existence
Trapping them just because they could
Is cowardly and a repulsive way of earning
A crust one has to say and dutifully
Wearing fur you are guilty above all others
And whenever I see it worn
Take it from me

I want to call you out
For being unruffled and unshaken
Obtuse and unimaginative
Hateful in the extreme
You cause such desolation
To families of the wooded vales
And in the ether conjure a black stream
That permeates the trappers mind and spirit
An evil that creates a vast new void
Intolerable behaviour
Buttock clenching pain
And you and people like you
Are the real dregs in the drain.

The poor raccoon