BLOOD ON ICE
| This Poem needs a short Preface since it was written by
Fifi herself in order to voice her objection to The Skin trade and to Seal hunting
in particular. If you have any feelings on this topic please contact Fifi through
the e-mail link provided on the Home Page. If there is sufficent interest and response we are contemplating a Net Campaign to highlight this atrocity. |
Blood on ice
The hunter hauls
his diamond catch along
Bared to the bone
Helpless eyes
search out the midnight sun
In the grey dawn
Silver pelts
In thousands strewn along
The black and jagged shore
Silent in their agony
The slaughter goes on
Bone crushed
Battered
In the blanket of
Their prized and precious skin
Virginal unblemished
No scar to vent
The horror locked within
Ripped from flesh
The silent knife
Like lightning speeds along
Bisects the bloated belly
In the grey misty half light
Of a bleak and
Splintered dawn
Shell shocked
Locked within the freezing hail
of blows unceasing
Skull shattered
Battered senseless
to a milky brine
of blood and marrow
Ivory and crimson
Silence like a caul descends
Now the hunters are gone
Until tomorrows twilight
Silhouettes
The candle-folk
Half vultures half men
Flesh from flesh
Pelts
pummelled pounded shorn
stitched cleansed reborn
Agony in ivory
To dress
the genteel Ladies
of the town.
Fifi
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