mousedeathode

I arranged an assassination

Of a visitor to my home,

But, I’m no modern Machiavelli

Or player of a game of thrones

So I must stress

It was not a guest,

Who died on my floor alone.

My victim came in uninvited,

I was not a jovial host.

He or she ran away

In a streak of grey

So I thought, at first, it was a ghost.

But in the end through over confidence

My visitor showed its true form

Pointy at the front

And incontinent at the back

It shat all over my floor.

Now I’m no benign Buddhist mystic

Or smiling tolerant sage

So scattering mouse turds all over my place

Caused my anti-rodent death rage.

But when I took the limp corpse out

To throw it in the bin

The Mouse god started planning a vengeance

For my rodenticidal sin.

Soon I know that I’ll be offered

Something I cannot refuse

A free holiday forever, or a return ticket to youth

I’ll tread on the trigger to get it

Then the man trap will smash into my back

And I’ll become reincarnated

To scurry for crumbs

In the corners of some fat bloke’s flat.

The great auk is gone,

The Great Auk is gone,

So we’ll never know now

If it cried “Awk”, like its own name;

And Steller’s Sea Cow

Has gone too,

So we’ll never again hear

Its maritime moo.

The Passenger Pigeons’

Great commute is done.

And the thylacine,

Who can say?

It could still be around today.

That’s what we’d rather believe

Than face the fact

That we are butchers, who loose little sleep,

Then wake to kill and kill and kill

Only then do we weep. 

2 leg chimp

I am a mortal thinking ape,

I can play memories like a tape,

Or a file, or disc, on a machine,

That I can view on an internal screen;

But when I do,

There is no re-run

Where I can change what I have done,

To what I should have done instead

Or erase

What I shouldn’t have said.

Unlike my cousin, the chimpanzee

Who can hoot and swing

Through trees,

I’m bipedal and when I look behind,

With my eyes or in my mind,

I see my track

And I went where I went,

And I cannot take it back.