With keen haste peering in a two-holed brittle blocks;
A black leathery sheen coiling and panting heavy
Infinitesimal limbs blurring a sight down a hole,
Instinctively leaping clasping a stick in sardonic humour,
Provoked by minute innocence stabbing incessantly the holes.
Ponderously chubby,swiftly dashing from a vulnerable
Shelter to another `till with resounding joy of capture
A blemished stick wears a carcass devoid of life.
A cardinal sin was to peer!With a scorching blaze dizzying
Upon a light bored lee:a recess to be in the shade,
A slight repose transfigured to eternal in the turf.
Once in wintry dawn a stark Monument stood,
Devoid of boughs nor fruits barren branches showing:
Vast lifeless forms exhibited stabbed-prickled-amputed
In dignity compromising postures then by time`s magic swept
With reviving torrents,dusty winds lay bare the Monument.
Ah!It`s still alive in fearful retaliation shuddering languishly
And tiny claws jabbing,energetic tail convulsing helplessly.
Sordidly supined starring the broadening noon bounty
Of nimbus clouds bearing a brittle rain to shelter this boy bringing liberty.
O!Death lingering,come unjoin my soul from my body
If so I may find peace within,free of savage torture and humanity.
From natality to maturity I watched my family slaughtered ruthlessly
And hung upon this monstrous figure to rot in shame of lost dignity.
