The poem explores themes of wildlife control and the impact of human intervention on nature, illustrated through a rich tapestry of imagery, historical references, and emotional depth. It evokes a sense of irony and anguish at the mechanized destruction of wildlife, citing specific practices and substances used in pest control, while intertwining personal reflections on loss and memory. The repetition of 'Ha' punctuates the darkness of these practices, revealing an underlying rage against exploitation and neglect of the natural world.
"With lunar phrases I cry to diorama houses-adrenaline, scorn-on your hills I prowl to the frisk of minor keys, Ha, 'gullible vermin'..."
"Predator & Rodent Control Branch of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (joke sister of the 'Bureau of Indian Affairs') Ha, Ha, aerial hunting from copters..."
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