Jon Lloyd

Sport - Poem by Jon Lloyd

Running frenzied through the forest
Screams and bugle calls and howls
Panic grips my fragile body
Causing twisting in my bowels.

Bracken tearing at my flesh -
Blood clings sticky to my side -
Hounds and horses: blood-red coats
Rushing at me like the tide.

Vulgar calling getting louder -
They've well and truly got my scent.
Thundering hooves are all around me -
Hooves with murderous intent.

Sheer exhaustion overwhelmes me
Now I know I must be caught.
Disaster - my poor limbs now buckle!
I must die for human sport.

Succumb to pain as jaws devour me -
I cannot blame the starving hounds,
For they're dumb creatures just as I,
Incensed by madman's bugle sound.

©2005 Jon Lloyd

(This poem was penned prior to the recent changes in UK legislation)

Comments about Sport by Jon Lloyd

  • (8/4/2006 10:21:00 AM)

    Good protest piece. And thanks for your comment on my poem. Regards. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/15/2005 10:28:00 AM)

    Jon, I think you're captured well well here both the atmosphere of the actual moment and the sentiment surrounding it. Agit Prop poetry! Regards from a too occasional sab. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 10, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 16, 2005

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