Tiger, Tiger…

tiger

Can sadness leak
its dripping tears
as if it could
escape by proxy
through half inch wounds
then out through the knotted
wooden floor’s gaping remnants
of ancient times
and trees
torn limb from limb?
Imposters: damp and warped,
stiffened – dead grasslands
for clumsy walks,
prowls cut short by meagre
perimeters,
metal boundaries,
but there is no bounding,
no hunt, no chase, no kill
no cubs, no family,
but plenty of abandoned scent.
I smell fear and weakness,
greedy consumers,
glaring customers
disturbed human sweat
and cruel tamers
wielding lashes and prods,
sawdust,
chains and vicious collars.
Vices and weakness,
I see those – they smell
of commercialism
and exploitation; even my water
smells of death.
My tired body aches, its atrophy
longs to be beyond the wire mesh
and cruel, sadistic pleasure
in the vertical hold of cold steel.
I need to be
free
I need to run and run and run.
I mourn my invisible cubs,
and their schooling,
and being there to let them go
to let them live, love, hunt,
stalk, kill, sleep, dream
and survive.
I miss them.
I miss
living.

 

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

25 thoughts on “Tiger, Tiger…”

  1. but there is no bounding,
    no hunt, no chase, no kill
    no cubs, no family,
    but plenty of abandoned scent. – yes, bang bang, each line showing the plight.

    My tired body aches, its atrophy
    longs to be beyond the wire mesh
    and cruel, sadistic pleasure
    in the vertical hold of cold steel. – awesome wording.

    I abhor animal cruelty. This got its claws into me hard. And inspires me to write something similar. Great work Anita.

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  2. You have your readers clinging to every word. Sadness and heartache fills me up with this one. Your word images are well placed and to the human captors, have stingers to prod their flesh. I am so glad I made it here for this one. You really are amazing, with a big heart and beautiful soul as well.

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  3. Great write! When we watch nature videos, I want to see them being wild and free. One episode focus on surviving, it woke me up to the cruel side of reality and it disturbs me. I just came back from Spain two days ago. Good to see your photos again. I always like your style of art.

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  4. Wow! This is incredible and so heartbreaking. I hate how the world is changing and destroying homes for these beautiful animals. Something needs to be done in order to help them! If you want, you can check out my site. I am trying to help save tigers from harm and this poem is now pushing me harder to help these poor creatures<3 http://www.furcatsofficial.com
    If you do look at it, let me know what you think!

    Sadie

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