Fine Feathered

Aloha Poets,
Beautiful bird inspires today's poem. Enjoy!

The Last Hunt

In glorified stature as if all held in place
By some mirror of genetics offered up to race
Can we know how this hunt will all end?
By the critters we meet and the ways they defend?

If we had a chance would we right this scene fast?
Reach inside for something strong to help life last?
Mother Nature from within and the children she bears
Triggers function survival forever for us to forebear

Closer in with contact do we choose loss over win?
To let judgement, sensibility, and agreeableness in?
Nature running from nurture as genes take hold
Preexisting as decisions never cold just bold

Blue fins and polar bear ask is anyone out there?
To let us evolve in preconceived paths of care?
Sushi lover fatty belly flesh now stands in test
Shark fins on new china cast doubt for the rest

To wander aimless so lost off destiny's path
Answer zones dovetail across hunger's wide swath
To feed freely and swarm in ocean warm climes
Sets off running dolphins to cove confines

International trade Bluefin and Arctic white bear
Important thought of how it really works out there
The future may hold the last hunt on sea ice
Destinations may find needs to save the world twice

Global warm rises here in our small whereabouts
No rules or guidelines all fade among these shouts
How much time do we have to work without cause
As we glide down shoots with tusks fins and paws

Given these confines in yearlong loggerhead
Watershed down proposals leave our eyes red
Spectacular decline is that in our DNA?
Starchy fluff grabs hold as fast food holds tray

Devoured on a detour that top entity
Hunted in trades and relics so wild a spree
Testosterone fueled is part of the killing
Procrastinations leave nothing left for tilling

That's not the whole iceberg only the tip
Pelts and fins packed tight on return trip
Triggers a concentration for the taste of it all
Insights find fine dining at celebratory ball

Heroes for the taking with stars to be won
Love points up a slope to nature's native sun
Bumping our heads in a little red likelihood
Entails blue fin bans for entrails to end for good

Polarized vote over bears if they're still there
Can't escape from science reports of despair
High test testosterone kills in clashes of wills
To insure health of a species for a few more kills

Fights are genetic now the world splits the vote
As survival of the remote now appears remote
Genes of our trait for voting now floats on the floor
To experience conscientious agreement never more