Dead Jackal Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Dead Jackal, are you the last to be cleared forth
And cleansed completely
Out of the ancient forest,
The last to be extinct
After finding the burrows eroded
And the food lying contaminated
As because the dead flesh not eatable,
Claiming lives?

Perhaps you seem to be counting your days on earth,
Poorly fed, frail and feeble,
Going the way all alone
Without the other companions,
Living a lone existence,
Separated from the all,
Living upon the dead flesh,
Poisoned and medicated and decomposed,
Rotting unhygienic flesh,
Telling upon life so miserably.