We silently crucify toco toucan
who brays ceaselessly, at last
there is peace in awareness of
oneness – but say it is merely
away dreaming, astutely asleep
in the rainforest greening
this is a numb beast untamed
by indenture to poetry gods –
there is no redeeming feature
for its advocacy or to beg an
air of forbearance; crucifixion
through silence is humane
it is said there is room in these
Halls for all who love passion in
words written with flair and an
ear tuned to a hint of poesy, toco
toucan preys on the deaf-mute,
plays to no poetic god
© 3 June 2010, I. D. Carswell
