Coal black claws,

Rock caked jaws

Empty eyes,

And wire ties.


Dead faces that still flicker with emotion,

Standing against time's corrosion

Outstretched arms of death and gentleness,

Lonely bones that never rest.


The carnivores will never rip warm flesh again

The herbivores will never grasp green plants again

Now they stand still and silent in a dusty hall

Waiting, but missing, the wild's call.