You may let this poem curl and wrap around your mind
Let it trap you in, keep you there
Like a gorilla
Like an alligator
Like a chimp
Another victim fallen
Another statistic of bushmeat

You may let this poem run through your veins
Let it paralyze you until you cannot move away
Until you cannot turn your back
To another victim fallen
Another statistic of bushmeat

You may let this poem consume you
Like a delicacy, a rare treat
Smuggled from Africa to Europe
Just so you can get a taste
Of another fallen victim
Another statistic of bushmeat

You may let this poem go in through one ear
Out through another
As you sit steady in a chair constructed by the wood of logging companies
As your cell phone, filled with colton, sleeps in your pocket
You may let this poem be forgotten
Forget you never heard
Forget you never saw
Just as another victim fallen
Another statistic of bushmeat