Bambi's Revenge
canopy of evergreens
a slaughterhouse again
Creeping through bramble
are the body taxman
Black-market peddlers
from Orion’s savage arts
Scoping Winchesters and Remington’s
for easy prey to lay
A loon skywards blue
and a marten on the earth
No Valley or thickets
will curtail these assassins
In buckskin jackets
and Wellingtons well drafted
Freely soaking an emerald
chapel into a bloody supermarket
Assaulted to the massacre
preoccupying his vision
Is the prince of the woods,
contender for a straightjacket
He’s a Buck well acquainted
to the puncture wounds of nightmares
From the blast of ammunition
silhouetting past and the present
Bolting for life he catches with fright,
sights and terrors of a thousand battlefields
Through the tide in the grass he catches a glimpse,
of a family of hares, in a union dismembered
into the formula in present of new Campbell soup
Falling down a gully,
covered with clumps of Holly
He cites a grey wolf
on a sycamore suffocating
On the steel raindropp
of a peeled trachea
Quaking as a lamb,
who knows the Sheppard mark
His irises depleted
he turns to euthanized
With a glimpse to the buck
for a smile for the road
And hidden near a fir,
he consoles a tattered skunk
Who has watched his lovely mother,
turned into crocket apparel
To barrel chested scavenge drunks;
rent the rural for urban hunts
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poem by Kevin Patrick
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