Midweek Review
In the Firing Line
By Lynn Ockersz
Desperate men frothing at the mouth,
Daring the few treading the narrow path,
To whistle-blow them to a halt,
Are at steering wheels,
All over the Land of Nod,
And their casualty list,
By the day is lengthening,
With rare beings of the air and the sea,
Dwindling jumbos and shrinking greens,
Along with stalled humans at zebra crossings,
Figuring as easy targets,
For relentless felling….
Qualifiers all for records tumbling,
Of fast-disappearing species.