Sport Poem by Jon Lloyd
Sport
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)
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 5:33:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good protest piece. And thanks for your comment on my poem. Regards.