Dead parrot sketch
Poisoned minds on a killing spree,
Poisonous sense of humour set free,
A tumour where your heart should be,
Offended by too much green in a tree.
Not enough grey in your concrete streets?
Was there too much life in those parakeets?
Too raucous and colourful for you here?
Need somewhere with less atmosphere?
What you deserve is a spell behind bars,
Or maybe a one-way ticket to Mars.
Then death shall have no further dominion
Outside your luxury condominium.
© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014
(For Kitty, Carolina, John and the other artists who are painting to stop the slaughter)
Several years ago the construction of “Avenida das Torres” (Avenue of the Towers) in the Amazonian city of Manaus resulted in the removal of many of the native trees and palms where white-winged parakeets and other birds had nested and roosted. In search of new homes, the birds found a group of imperial palms in front of a luxury condominium complex. As the residents did not like the chattering, singing and socialising of the birds, they arranged to have huge plastic nets put over the trees, which trapped and killed many of the birds. More recently several hundred of the parakeets have been found dead on the street, most probably poisoned. The white-winged parakeet is not an endangered species as such, but it will be before long unless attitudes to wildlife change. Remember the passenger pigeon, anyone?
Pigeon posts (An American trilogy)
The passing of the passenger pigeon
Should bother us
More than just a smidgen.
Once we had billions
Now we have none,
One minute everywhere
Next minute gone.
Where are the flocks
That blackened the sky?
Dove on the rocks
In the blink of an eye.
Swarming like locusts
Till everyone focused
On hunting wild pigeon,
The latest religion.
The right to bear arms
In the land of the free;
The right to embark
On a killing spree;
The pursuit of happiness,
Me, me, me.
Dying embers of a dynasty
That few can still remember.
The lamps are going out
All over America;
We shall not see them lit again
In anyone’s lifetime.
Dumb Martha’s martyrdom,
Symbol of atrocities committed
And to come.
Driven to extinction
Catastrophic population crash,
Reports of fatal multiple collisions
Between passengers and people.
Bodies piling up,
In no position to recover,
Life support withdrawn,
A dying breath, flatline.
Another far-from-accidental death,
Victim of intensive carelessness.
Reckless, feckless humans
In the evolutionary
Foot to the floor,
More, more, more,
Hundred miles an hour
Down a dead-end street.
© Tim Knight and timknightwriter, 2014.