Animals that pick on other animals, homeless, mangy animals
the way that they see the myopic strangeness of now
yet often cannot see the obvious
how often they guard and protect
how often they run
how often they cry
they cry because they cannot see
they cry, they cannot see
there is another side
a side you cannot see
Harsh, harsh hurtful infliction
Puncture, wound, maim
Lash out
they say he is insane
and yet they cannot see the wounds, the silence, the wounds
and then the end, the pathos, the end
Silence, lonesome
a howl in the night
pathos denied
the criminal is dead
The others rejoice, he is no more!
gloating silence, he is no more
Ha
and then they see the emptiness
the depths of sorrow they had missed
the silence echos
a refrain of the empty life.
the way that they see the myopic strangeness of now
yet often cannot see the obvious
how often they guard and protect
how often they run
how often they cry
they cry because they cannot see
they cry, they cannot see
there is another side
a side you cannot see
Harsh, harsh hurtful infliction
Puncture, wound, maim
Lash out
they say he is insane
and yet they cannot see the wounds, the silence, the wounds
and then the end, the pathos, the end
Silence, lonesome
a howl in the night
pathos denied
the criminal is dead
The others rejoice, he is no more!
gloating silence, he is no more
Ha
and then they see the emptiness
the depths of sorrow they had missed
the silence echos
a refrain of the empty life.
I love this poem honey! Uncut and so pristine to the level our society has stooped down to. I am recalling a saying from Gandhi where he states that a city OR a society can be judged by the way they treat their animals. Regardless of the perspective, be it in the animal world OR us humans, it makes complete sense.
ReplyDeleteThe ending, in particular, pierced right through me and made me feel quite emotional.
As always, you blow my mind away darling! Keep on writing!!! :) xoxoxoxo