Being Human

In light of the disgusting decision of the British Government to allow for the culling of Badgers. 

Summer blooms but then so does fungus

Wraps round fingers like a ring

Which  clouds the receiver with misty murmurs

Through which people talk, yet birds can sing.

We buy coats, yet other creatures just acquire them

We heel our shoes, if  just to make a sound

And we go to zoos, and it is despondent

When we survey ourselves, then look around.

For man can clothe himself, albeit with cruelty

The only creature that can feel ill with pride

For the better animals are in the cages

And it is the real exhibition which happens outside.

The paradoxical evenings where we drink ourselves dry

 Or calling up when there is no one home

And cry ourselves to sleep, but it’s only natural, as now

The telephone shrilling on its hook of bone.