Mole all alone
A mole all alone in a coffin of black,
A plastic prison,
The killer?- the trap?
A frame so small, the wrong shape.
It doesn’t belong here.
A protected species she said.
It doesn’t belong here.
How long did it lie there?
Leg red, head not;
Starving, suffering, a secret
I can tell, not.
The sacrifice of one for the safety of others.
A sanctuary for some, death for its brothers.
How can we blame them?
We lure them in.
It’s no fort knocks,
With a banquet fit for kings.
