Bambi's Revenge Poem by Kevin Patrick

Bambi's Revenge

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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

Lightning pulsates, his adrenals
and he snaps like gingerbread
Not obliged to submission
as an item for cataloguing
Mr. Nice deer’s vacated,
from the bullet feast opera
Humans balled in hunting,
it’s time to make the humans pay
Sianara Pacifism,
In your arms you've damned the good
The meek inherit nothing,
accept a premature retirement
Human’s did a runner
on his mother, long ago
and now they return
to blitzkrieg his home

View the multitude of creation
for their genocidial recreation
Filling pickup trucks
of fords and Buicks
With trophy cups
of cold stained corpses
Whose value relative
has been of cannon folder
But now there’s a buck
that’s going all Jekyll
If you dare to shoot ducks
He'll do a comeupence tackle

It’s Bambi’s Revenge! He’s a Rambo crucifier
A symptomatic affliction of post traumatic adolescence
His mothers embalmed on a sadist mantelpiece
Her eyes still starring for the fawn that she loved
Prayers for the child she authored life’s blood

Bambi’s on the prowl,
and his hoofs are on the march
Now seeking retribution
from orange vested reapers
Thrilled to the good life
of Winchester’s and bud light
He manoeuvres parallel
watching from the thickets depth
With Jason Voorhees calculation
he masterminds their devaluation
Echoes alert the green coated flounder,
rising for a peashooter
Peels the flesh with no duress,
Antlers trimmed with ruby red
Bambi’s got entitlement,
its the code of the Bushido way

Blood fresh from the track
he beats on the path
Observed with fanfare
this Spartacus of critters
Watching a brother
insurrect against the parameters
Established since the days
of the cenozoic era
While he’s marshalling on,
their fallowing along
while he administrate the blows,
their learning on the go
For now Gaia has a champion
not stupid for Pandora

Screams of their brother
sends the foul to shiver
The tables’ have turned
and the reapers are running
No longer observing
the misspoke creed of Spencer
Survival is not the fittest
but the luck of mutation
It’s no longer a home run
for the homo sapient club
Artemis is serving them
the bill of their comeuppance
Through her vigilante cervidae,
judge and executioner

It’s Bambi’s revenge! And he’s gunning for man
Raised by a father, who was compassionately antiseptic
Lack of connection affected his ability of expression
He’s sweet and saccharine but he’s a powder keg detonator
Girlfriend issues truncated, his obligation, of moral compensation

Bambi’s organized a resistance
of ecosystem solidarity
Jumpy Thumper’s his lieutenant
leading foreword the platoons
Guerrilla Hares and bold raccoons,
have got the valley mined with traps
While Flower’s funky smelling power, g
et’s commendation for infantry
Commanding scout eagles
with binocular vision
And brown bears in the reserve,
mobilized at their station
Paroling the forest
for the centaurs at the gates

It’s open season again
for capitalist debauchers
Four amateur killers
here the call of the wild
Scouting for supper
but already suppers deserts
Grind onto a silent meadow
until the coniferous dissolve
Revealing the armada
of General Bambi Bridgehead
Primed and ready
for the deliverance express
Bold no ultimatum
with the cold meat in the dress

Freckled cheek Jake,
is savaged by a grey wolfs
Cheaker shirt Bobby,
is a Grizzlies main entre
White hair old Sam,
is being bludgeoned by porcupines
While gruff face Dave,
is being chased by an Abraham
With Antlers expressing
his vituperative furor
Bambi guts his prey
with the shrewdness of a consumer
Devouring the flavour
of a McDonald quarter pounder

It’s Bambi’s revenge! He’s a ho chin Ming disciple
He’s an evergreen warrior, going walnuts on rednecks
Natures four legged Moses waxing mans reckoning
Standing on the Valley Forge, chest alight prime and bold
His Antlers stand high above the suns new dawn,
Calling a valiant age, for cutting fingers of wanton boys

Cute as button with golden tresses,
he’s packing fury of a lion on steroids
Beauty made beast
with a chainsaw for council
With an armada of fur balls,
crusading with ammo
in their teeth and their claws
Just a coniferous avenger,
environmental revolutionary,
greens billboard child

It’s Bambi’s revenge, man’s evergreen decimator.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 11 October 2020

Prey to lay! ! ! To play with life; Revenge! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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