Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GAMECOCK, by JAY G. SIGMUND Poet's Biography First Line: Gorgeously arrayed, the fire-backed Last Line: And become civilized! . . . . Subject(s): Animals; Hunting; Hunters | ||||||||
Gorgeously arrayed, the fire-backed jungle fowl, skulked like crimson shadows through the tangled thickets of India, where lurked venemous Cobras, and ravenous pythons, together with rapacious hawks, bloodthirsty cheetahs, greedy foxes and sly jackals . . . . Fire-backed jungle fowl had need of great courage, sharp eyes, speed, strong pinions, pugnacity, and gameness. These valiant feathered beauties were your forbears, strutting gamecock, these feathered denizens of the jungle gave you your great beauty; together with your bravery, and will to battle to death . . . . It is a far cry from the wilderness of Siam to this stuffy wire bound prison; reminding me that only yesterday, I saw a stalwart copper-hued Sioux, bedecked with feathers and war-paint, seated on a platform staring stupidly, acting as an advertisement, while a wordy faker vended bottled nostrums. (But all this is a part of evolution: the world and its creatures are improving.) As to your gamecock: With your rich mantle of flaming velvet, I have mingled in a mob amid blue tobacco smoke clouds, while one of your kind struggled and bled in a pit, finally to die gasping, impaled on a sharp steel gaff that brutes might have a thrill! He thought he must fight as did his ancestors to defend themselves against enemies! . . . . Tigers and leopards are caged to please man, (Man sometimes imprisons his brother for little else but his own amusement) sables and seals are slaughtered to bedeck his mate, egrets are shot on their nests that vanity may be appeased, You, gamecock, fight to the death to amuse man! Yet we ultra cultured ones give much of our time and money to send missionaries to the South Sea Island -- that the poor savage may learn our ways and become civilized! . . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF QUARRY by LEONIE ADAMS KILLDEER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME by PHILIP AYRES A POEM ABOUT THE HOUNDS AND THE HARES by LISEL MUELLER |
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