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Endless Safari Days


These leopard eyes warily see
another crimson dawn
on the cold concrete Serengeti

A scarlet sun
shaped like the barrel of a gun
Dark plume of heat
triggers the survival instinct scatter

Watch the bulls-eye prey run
Where to in the confusion?
It doesn’t matter ...
I see every bent knee flee the fatal gather
And the hard asphalt ground
is soaked with cull pleasure splatter

Such cruel reign,
heated shell cases falling
on a barren plain 
Torrential stains
fear clouds another powerless pain day

Shattered bones in the herd traffic fray,
cast carcass shadows on the smeared terrain
Listen to the Serengeti dirge refrain

Unrelenting spherical storm of violence 
hold saltpeter spittle sway
Last rites spoken, 
whether vain poacher say:
Expect more endless safari days!

These leper spots wearily feel
bewilderedbeest misery
Great paleheart hunters of colony cage-makers
roam conscience-free 
on the cement-dried Serengeti

Thus be the hunted fate
we eclipse-coated [e]scapegoats tear bleed
The killing fields of poverty
is the gravel grass on which we daily feed

Closed-eyes witness the hopelessness stampede
Open wound testimony 
ain’t necessary
when the muzzled silencer takes a sniper bead

And the holstered predators
with the rifle-scope gaze
Whose mercantile hue eyes, masked in blue camouflage,
trespass the boundaries of morality
	
Nimrod brood coin collectors
set the savannah air ablaze
Human hunters’ breath gives Death a smoking homage,
iron-copper cry of Serengeti tragedy

Perforating enamels on metallic patrol,
their pelt-piercing lust has devolved
into the next caveman iteration
From runaway chattel catchers to gated property protectors,
their trophy wall filled with 
gory plaques of commendation

Seems like these sullen safari days are grief endless
And every red blot 
on this paved prairie, 
flatline view Serengeti
Will be trodden down erased by each bullet confess  


08-16-21

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 1/12/2022 11:45:00 PM
What powerful diction. We see bloodshed and violence everywhere shattering our calm .Each dawn is turned crimson with spilled blood.... ! Your poems need several readings. .... the most profound writings! Great.....
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Date: 8/16/2021 6:17:00 PM
Great analogies Freddie, We see the "Unrelenting spherical storm of violence" daily, Well written..
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