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Vanished

Facing global warming and climate change;
many species will vanish from the Earth.
Most don't seem concerned, and I find that strange;
being tethered to this planet from birth.

Whales might never swim our oceans again;
reefs are dying and may never return.
And we will lose vital links in life's chain
when the glaciers melt and the forests burn.

Tigers, jaguars, panthers, and leopards,
all the endangered cats, will disappear.
They'll die off, killed by ranchers and shepherds,
and their numbers are decreasing each year.

In seas where bottom trawlers aren't banished;
like a magician, Nature has vanished.

Stuffed

Stuffed heads on imposing walls
beady glass eyes, glare.
The house is stuffed with horns,
tusks, fangs, and jowls.
Many a taxidermic glower,
gazes down,
with a moth-farmed visage.

Slaughtered beast
hang heavily from high mounts.
Teddy Roosevelt’s elephant gun
leans against a hollow elephant foot.
On gaslit nights
light gleams upon eyeless tigers.

He ‘bagged’ them all - a manly trait,
(historical context is everything),
truly, great men often display,
their overstuffed ego’s.

Later, Teddy Bears make amends,
as best they can.
Often, It is said,
that these wood-paneled veneers’
echo yet, with the lion's roar,
the panthers rage,
and the rhino's blind charge –

their spirits lunging once more,
toward their now, out-of-date
fate.

Bad Day In 2009

The 10th July 2009
7 soldiers died on the front line
Panthers Claw the op was called
Sangin district is where we toured

2nd battalion the rifles had a few bad days
With many a soldier still in that haze
Sangin DC or Fob Rob to others
Left a lot of grieving mothers

The worst fatalities in all the years
Fighting insurgents bringing with it tears
You can't help but to think why
Another of service men and women should die

Others left with life changing injuries
From gunshot wounds to triple amputees
Swift and bold the motto was
But leaving the gates everyone was anxious

Even today 14 years on.
Soldiers struggling feeling they don't belong
Mentally and physically exhausting it is
The mind playing games taking the piss

Rifleman Simpson and Rfn jo Murphy 
Cpl Jon horne and Cpl Scot Lee
James backhouse and Sgt Paul mcaleese
William Aldridge lives taken with ease

I know war is war
And casualties happen
But why should this be
Those who survive get PTSD

Amen

We are the last animals on earth,
Sneakily chasing elephants,
In the perilous bush, o Delight!
Eating frogs with forks
And sweet sour cream,
Reading books to dream about lazy whales,
The last animals,
Raising lions in traveling circuses,
To slaughter sheep in the name of God Almighty,
We are the last animals
Running away from hungry bears in the snowy Rockies,
To steal honey from worshipping bees, o Delight!
The last animals to change color, pain,
To whip the green asses in Sichuan,
The last animals on earth,
Feeding yellow birds in wicker cages,
To frighten the ostriches with large black feathers,
Breathing in the golden aurora jungle,
Living alone under the fast clouds,
We are the last animals, o Delight!
Capturing butterflies in picture books,
To tear the dresses with pink and high flowers
Impudic women, sweet strawberries,
To the delight of white panthers with sharp claws,
Really people, tell me, aren’t we wild animals?
Amen.

Of Cats and Dogs

cats
                     feline, agile
        meowing, prowling, purring
siamese, panthers, hounds, canines
         howling, barking, fetching
                        sly, stray
                            dogs



Date written: 05/13/2023

Bush Doctor

Jungles scream at night.
The air is liquid lead dipped
in green fur.

The village has a lamp on a pole,
when the dark rushes in
that one light
makes a yellow circle of light
that we would run to
if danger pounced out of nowhere.

Insects are thickest
around 2 in the morning
they blanket ears and minds
deaden the soul.

Our savior arrives early,
dawn struggles up
from the reek and mire
to clear our heads.

Now it is the howling time,
a monkey chorus
proclaiming victory
over the snakes and panthers.

The village stirs,
they go for water,
feed the skinny chickens
and the hairy pigs.

The make-shift clinic opens
its straw eyes,
they come.

Meowing Nemesis

My days are dogged
by ankle-panthers,
my nights cursed
by the thwarted yowls
of sexual athletes.

I try to negotiate a way
into their affections
yet they scorn
chin tickles,
my hesitant ear petting.

They all strut away
tails stiff in the air
flashing me that old pink
one eye.

Interrupting Two Black Panthers

I had never interrupted a black panther conversation before.
I stopped in my tracks, barely breathing.
Hoping neither of them had noticed me.
One of them had a sniffer high in the air.
I ducked behind a vine.
My heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings.
I waited.

Felis Catus

They stalk me.
those ankle-panthers.

I try to negotiate a way
into their affections,
yet they scorn chin tickles,
belly rubs,
my hesitant ear petting.

Too soon
they strut away,
tails stiff in the air
flashing that old pink
one eye.

Over and Under

Melanin lamentation
It appears to be the color of dread
Locked in
is a private penal profiteering feeling
Black site
has a plantation clandestine skin
Making abolition voices
invisible again

Usury jaws open like an abyss trapdoor,
predatory lending
got a bulging debtor belly once more
As the black robes
rattle strike 
a corporate cobra plea deal — 
Let the food chain shakedown siren lure

Leopard spot plastic bags
over the head
Casting poverty pawns
into the a domino pit repo hole

Obsidian wiles got a blue steal bracelet price tag;
dark bags under the eyes, dreams dead
Pale thoughts   ...   Pliny sleepless nights, no dawn:
Implantation device now in control

Overseer bound destination,
underneath the roulette task terrible Gulag will
Siberian tigers have a paper appetite,
turning into eclipse panthers when Dear occupant can’t pay the bill


01-14-22

They Weren'T Wanted

World wars 1 and 2
The wars to end all wars
But for some, they couldn't fight for the country 
Because of the color of their skin 

They weren't wanted 

Even though they could enlist 
Segregation ran rampant 
Treated like second class citizens 
Not afforded the respect of soldiers 

Or as men 

Eugene Bullard 

A pilot, not a just a ***** pilot
Not wanted by his country, he flew for France 
Nicknamed "Black Swallow of Death"
He did for them what he couldn't do for us 

Fight for a country 

The Tuskegee Airman 

The 99th pursuit squadron 
First African American unit deployed 
The best and the brightest
The red tailed angels 

Spit Fire! 

The 369th Harlem Hellfighters 

Racism at its worst, Blacks wanted to fight 
But turned away 
But as with the Airmen 
They too proved their courage under fire 

The 761st Tank battalion 

Patton's panthers 
"Don't let your people down 
Hell, don't let me down"
The point of the spear
Sgt Ruben Rogers, Medal of Honor 

Fighting the war on 2 fronts
On the battlefield 
And at home 
No matter what was done 

They still weren't wanted 

(c)kingpen2021

Five Little Boys

Five little boys climbed a tree
Perhaps they didn't heed of the banshee
They still had time to flee

She emerged out  the dark with her face full of glee 
With a Panthers agility 
The lads looked at her amicably 
Without realizing the abnormality

She heard a racket and veered back in confusion 
A girl came out a bush and gawked at the illusion 
She wailed at the phenomenon 

The witch lent a smile for she assumed it was her doing 
till she glanced into the girl's eyes 
and realized 
she wasn't looking at her but instead
she was staring behind 

The croon twisted to see
A sight she could never foresee
For the boys were no longer sitting
But  dangling from the tree

Weather Whatever

How did the jungle get here?
Did it come on a train
like an old time circus
          rolling in before dawn
while we splattered safety-nets
      with doomsday drivel.

A rainforest has invaded;
has manifested out of alarm and
a far too high quotient
                  of native dumbness.
The clacking of parrots
mutes the lowing of milk cows,
        only the cicada drone on
                happy to click along.

This green thunder is oppressive.
The domestic canopies of backyards
are sprouting mythic Triffids.
Grass is getting spikey and carnivorous.
Tabby cats are abducted
              by prowling panthers.
Giant sloths hang from the hedgerows.

Did we dream up this primal Eden?
Did we cancel
the regular unpredictable weather
                    of predictable Ohio?
Global Warming
could never have appeared to be real
if we had not made it so
by thinking it so,
                            and as so many here
think very little -
                          we had it coming.

Global Warming Manifestations

How did the jungle get here?
Did it come on a train
like an old time circus
          rolling in before dawn
while we splattered mind-nets
      with our secrets?

A rainforest has invaded;
has manifested out of alarm and
a far too high quotient
                  of native dumbness.
The clacking of parrots
drowns out far off whale songs,
mutes the lowing of milk cows,
        only the cicada drone on
                happy to click along.

This green thunder is oppressive.
The domestic canopies of backyards
are sprouting mythical Triffids.
Grass is getting spikey and carnivorous.
Tabby cat are being abducted
              by roaming panthers.
Giant sloths hang from the hedgerows.

Did we dream up this primal Eden?
Did we cancel
the regular unpredictable weather
                    of predictable Ohio?
Global Warming
could never have appeared to be real
if we had not made it so
by thinking it so,
                            and as so many here
think very little -
                          we had it coming.

My Afro Hair

I once had that Afro hair you now rock, oh yes i once had it.   
Not in the 40s, not in the 50s but in the summer of the dark age. I was a pretty little thing, A fish and oh yes i swimmed all waters. 
My blackness got it strength from that Afro hair, not the wigs you rock now that has no shadow under.
My Afro hair.
I rocked it in front of the mirror and it sent messages to the slave masters that i have scribbled their skeletons on my wall.
My Afro hair.
I rocked it in the club and a white brother got the message that liberty needs a glass.
My young Africans.
You rock your Afro hair in front of sloths, drink wild, your winks die and you lie you represent the liberation party.
My young Africans.
In the summer of the dark age i was among the black panthers, we pounced on herods and never wore another skin.
My young Africans.
How do you rock your Afro hair?
What do you make of the coco butter inside your skin?
Oh what an ebony skin you got.
My young Africans.
I'm Sekani

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