(for Anthony Bourdain R.I.P.)
You
dress in camouflage
As
a good predator should
And
stalk me with keen senses
Just
as the crocodile would
But
when I feel you are near
And
flap into the sheltering sky
You
take your best shot
I
might fall, I might fly
But
if I fall and your mutt
Retrieves,
a game he doesn't mind
Don't
rip out my breast
And
leave my arse behind
Like
the pig and the kangaroo
You
can hunt us for sport or food
But
if you take an animals life
You
should then take every part
With
your knife
Not
just the sweet meats
The
fillets and cheeks
But
the bones and sinews
The
arseholes, the beaks
Use
the whole of us
Or
else you are wasting our lives
Leaving
giblets for scavengers
Who
are not here for revenge
Simply
to live like you or I
Even
if their stomachs
Have
less discerning eyes
© shaun
patrick green 2019
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