The warm damp mist hovers
around the hazy canopy
as the light appears over the
and into the still quiet air the
of the sleepy fauna herald in the
Then! The Banshee shrieks it's
echoing round the startled jungle.
The gentle giant unable to run
held firmly by it's sturdy roots
is torn apart by the steely teeth
and with an agonising roar
falls slowly down through the
helpless crowd until
with a crack of limbs and a mighty
lies life ebbing on the soft forest
There, where it has fallen,
like Goliath slain by David
though with characters reversed
the great Iroko stood king of the
for four hundred years, and now
still magnificent but lifeless.
There on the now edge of
wait the uneasy rest
staring resignedly out at an
unknown creeping wilderness.
(c) 2010 Dave McGough.
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