The Friday Poem: A Photograph

Each Friday Benicia Patch will publish an original poem. If you would like to submit your own poem please send it to benicia@patch.com.

“A Photograph”  by Frances Jackson


Like some brave soldier

the old horse stands

riddled with pellets

from cruel boys’ hands

who may regret

or may expand

on what they’ve done.

That sad and bloodied

face, I turn from

I turn too late

imprinted now

and filed in files

with other photographs

too numerous

to contemplate.

Here is commentary by Patch poetry maestro Jeff Burkhart.  Readers should take a moment to view a picture of the tortured horse that inspired this poem.

Dear readers, come with Frances Jackson and me on a journey of discovery. We will travel into the heart of evil itself as we contemplate the kind of mind that would perpetrate harm on an innocent animal, domestic or otherwise. This heartbreaking image of a horse that has been tortured by cruel young people stirs outrage in all right-minded people that see it. As uncomfortable as our viewing of this outrage is, hopefully it will inspire kind people everywhere to do what they can to further the cause of animal rights. There is an honesty and nobility in all of God's creatures. The arrogance of any human that thinks just because we have opposing thumbs and the ability to speak, that we are any better than any other species, is wrong on its face. Human beings are “Johnny come lately’s” in Earth's grand evolutionary scheme. These animals were here long before us and will probably be here long after we have run our course.

Jeff Burkhart

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"The Black Panther of Poetry" November 09, 2012 at 08:53 PM
Nice poem Frances!!! I fell off of a horse once and it hurt like hell. Just imagine, that's about six feet up in the air. I busted my head and twisted my hand that later swoll up. But I eventually did what I have been doing all my life......"I got back up on that horse" Thanks for the poem Frances(MoPoe). Keep up the good words!!!
Frances Jackson November 10, 2012 at 02:12 AM
Jeff, you speak from the heart and mind so eloquently, I didn't need to write a poem. Thanks for your well thought out comments. I too, majored in Anthro and recall a teacher replying, when asked the purpose of our lives: "cat food". Pls. no one respond in the negative to that - it is factual that our ancesters in caves met their maker mostly in the jaws of Smilodon, the saber-toothed tiger. In other words, we were quite near the bottom of the food chain. It's a jungle still, except for those heavenly pockets of kindness good people carve out.
Frances Jackson November 10, 2012 at 02:16 AM
Thanks, BPP!


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