impressionist rainforest,
ludicrously green, earth's earthiest,
most fertile, brown soil.
brilliant bulb light, bird incandescent white.
wings elegant, aviation engineers inspiration.
tail feather a wedding dress train of length.
a curving smooth body tracing gently to a neck.
A head, pompous display of beauty, feathers
jutting, a small perfect triangle beak, on each
side one small blue eye.
movements are seductive and superfluous.
a courtship required inspection of fallen
leaves and bark.
a shadowed mass, an abstract conglomeration
of every predator falls and traps the fowl.
The feathered class pressed into unnatural shapes.
hooves and claws hold and pierce. Bending the
hollows and breaking the bone. Coarse, oily
hair slides through the folds of feathers.
The bird spasms with instinctive fear but has
no real concept of what the pain will mean.
Claws, hooves, teeth, and tail work through
plumage and meat with mad functionality. A
blue eye blinks widely. Red permeates soft
white and travels with a steady rate of absorption.
The beast still trapping the weakening life.
The bird still attempts its throes for freedom, but
under the weight, only manages to press grains of
sandy maroon mud into ruffled white apendages.
It dies without grace. It is consumed, and the bloody
bones and feathers left strike no creature as beautiful.
Author notes
I hate seeing any animal die, which makes me think I must have written this for some other reason. Perhaps a metaphor, something to the effect of what we once saw as beautiful and pure, now is rendered carrion.
Comments
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Josef,First and foremost let me commend you on a fantastic job done on this piece- your choice of language -words -is so accurate -you have been able to portary your subject matter very effectively-the way you have painted the picture of a wholesome -beautiful creature with all it's grace being reduced to a lifeless bloody mass is so powerful- makes you want to stop and ponder why so amny of us must kill to eat- was it meant to be this way or did man the so called most supreme powerful being chose to do so
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Thanks for you comment. I wasn't sure what the first person would say about this one. I'm sure there are a lot of different ways of looking at it. My intention isn't all that clear to myself. I felt I needed to write something about the destruction of the illusion of beauty. It's hard to describe. The bird didn't choose to be beautiful, and probably wasn't aware of it's beauty. The beauty was completely visual and the beast lifted this veil and showed us that it was really just meat and feathers.
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