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EXTINCTION
Extinction is the sound of change
Jingling into a cash drawer
The whispered "checkmate" of an ivory king
It is the smell of exotic perfumes
And the taste of powdered rhino horn
An aphrodesiac for desperate men
In alligator boots
Extinction is also the sound of a chainsaw
Gnawing through a jungle
It is the sting of smoke in your eyes
When a brush fire burns a clearing
Or the bitter taste of acid in the rain
Finally, it is the rumble of heavy equipment
Felt first in your feet and last in your heart
This is a clever, but all too true piece of poetry. One part of the world is trying to preserve what we have and the other is killing it as fast as the demand arises. Nicely spoken and pointed. At least there are other things now available besides Rhino horn powder.