I could tell you that there in the dark
where the hills protrude from the black –
nobody is about, just the distant bark
of a fox, a few night birds calling,
sharp starlight bathing the treetops.
But that wouldn’t be true; the ground
is saturated with blood, with the stink
of dogma, bullets and guns.
I wonder if you would listen then,
when I tell you of unspeakable things –
of pain, the rip and tear of innocent flesh.
I have no say, just this poem,
needles of frost in my hair, this story.
Copyright 2012 Louise Hastings
Any day now the guns will start firing over the counties of Somerset and Gloucestershire, killing 70% (so they say) of the badger population in an unscientific and unpopular cull ..if you disagree with this then please take a moment to sign the petition http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/38257 Thank you!