The unconscious ones

the unconscious

apparently glamourous

choose anothers skin to wear

nothing to do with warmth at all

but to draw  the critical  stare

The roving eye essential

But the  creature has to die

and then be stripped of its outer soul

which for me does mystify

elegance and beauty in the skin

of a murdered soul

cured with chemical seasonings

so the selfish then extol

the perfection of the clothing

from Badger Fox or Hare

to beautify the artful and those

who love to share

to themselves acting all special

in sombody elses skin

trapped and left to agonise

and be shot  just hear  the din

of a desolate dying animal

crying for its life

missing its loving  family

suffering immense strife

so that some ugly hag bitch

can borrow the dead souls light

and  abuse its very nature

and can argue they are right