Dead heads stare from the wall
one can't tell if their glassy eyes
hold the relics of past life
or the sadness of having lost it
to the fires of royal pastime
tiger eyes look pathetically pleading
for re-stitching the stripes on the bones
leopard head growls only in anguish
of his spots being soft spot for target
the open jaws of the croc
can't still swallow the stuck bullet
awed eyes of deer is yet to sense
the muzzle that ruptured its innocence
the jackals, birds, langurs, civets
all frozen in the suddenness of the ***** out.
The hunter's head peeps from a dusty frame
having got his place of pride
among his game.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
Dead heads stare from the wall
one can't tell if their glassy eyes
hold the relics of past life
or the sadness of having lost it
to the fires of royal pastime
tiger eyes look pathetically pleading
for re-stitching the stripes on the bones
leopard head growls only in anguish
of his spots being soft spot for target
the open jaws of the croc
can't still swallow the stuck bullet
awed eyes of deer is yet to sense
the muzzle that ruptured its innocence
the jackals, birds, langurs, civets
all frozen in the suddenness of the ***** out.
The hunter's head peeps from a dusty frame
having got his place of pride
among his game.
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