-Written for the Thylacine, and all the other animals that have been made extinct. You will be loved. You will be remembered
Dear thylacine,
you died alone:
the last of your kind.
How were you to know
that, with your death,
an entire species would end?
The peculiar mammal-marsupial
that looked like a tiger
crossed with a wolf,
Unable to compete with modern dogs;
wiped out by the diseases we introduced;
and killed in their masses
simply because they were in our way.
You became the last of your kind,
living within the walls of a zoo—
yet safer than being wild and free;
only ever seen down the barrel of a gun.
Dear Thylacine,
with your death came sorrow—
but you were the last to live and breathe,
and you will always be remembered.
I will see you tomorrow, Thylacine,
because you live
in my head.
Categories:
thylacine, animal, appreciation, death, humanity,
Form: Free verse
What a profound blessing is Mother nature
In its hands and human gratitude lies our future.
The birds in the sky. and the mountains so pristine and high
The trees are so green, and the streams and headwaters are so clean.
All of the nature work in harmony to breed and nurture lives
Can anyone match its prowess. howsoever hard one strives?
Alas! We mistreat. misuse and exploit our biggest boon Unless we wake up now. we will Lose it too soon.
The rampant use of chemicals and plastic. is so very drastic
Do we all not know - it is not a joke or sarcastic.
The Marine Life in Oceans and Seas. are all living in unease
Human greed and instinct are making other animals extinct.
First the Dodo. after that Mamo. then the Thylacine, We Lost them all. yet we remain selfish and mean.
Wake up, Rise and Promise - Friends, young and elder Let us stay blessed with Mother Nature - our only shelter.
Trishaan Sethi Grade VI
Categories:
thylacine, 7th grade, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Here lie the remains of a daft poet... interview terminated!
Categories:
thylacine, death, humorous, irony,
Form: Monoku
Into the wilds
I trudge
In search of
Osmiridium
I keep an eye out
For
Thylacine
But know they
Got rid of them
I follow the tracks of
Finnegan
Who was on the run
For his life again
The 73rd of foot
Again
Some were thinking
Good riddance to him
Finnegan
Ran blindly
Through the bush
Right across the top
Osmiridium
Yet
He seen that treasure
Denied to me
Thylacine
I guess
We are square
In the circle of life
Finnegan
Osmiridium
And belatedly
Me
Categories:
thylacine, me,
Form: Rhyme
The Thylacine, the Caspian tiger,
the Caribbean monk seal…
As these beasts disappear,
the most cruelty-vorous species appears.
They are homologous with humans
but their bearings are too brutal.
Though plenty in Asia,
their habitats are found in all the continents.
They hold the holy books
that they never read.
Tender feelings are scoped out by their tamers.
Empty sensorium.
Even the shattered body of an infant
won’t wet their eyes.
They chew the cud of bloody thoughts in isolation,
entranced by a heaven.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US).
Categories:
thylacine, fear,
Form: Free verse
Somewhere in Madagascar a baobab yields its fruit
Somewhere in Australia a thylacine chases a bandicoot
Somewhere in Timbuktu a man is speaking in Urdu
Somewhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains an old woman stirs burgoo
As some skinny guy tiptoes on skyscrapers
Vagrants and vagabonds burn yesterday's newspapers
As the world turns, my heart yearns and my stomach churns
and as time grinds my mind discerns and my soul is spurned
A child plays somewhere with wild animals
and an orphan blesses the food with refined cannibals
A dog lays somewhere on someone's front porch
and an orchard withers somewhere, its ground is scorched
Categories:
thylacine, allegory, analogy, image, imagination,
Form: Rhyme