Hill Station Blues

A horse, silent and steady,

Busy in contemplation.

A dog tired,

Half asleep.

A feathered sky above.

Steroid pumped clouds.

All you need to know about life and death,

Is up there, in that sky.

A cow, wild and hungry,

Grazing the grass,

That grew on the graves,

Inside a sombre graveyard.

A dozen or more,

Hungry monkeys.

Jumping restlessly.

Holding on.

Holding on to passing cars,

For want of food.

Diving and blocking,

Killing in their will to live.

Screeching tires,

A flying car,

A missed turn,

Upon the hill.

A broken vehicle,

Filled with fuel.

A forest in danger.

Fire.

The driver's seat is empty.

There is no magic here.

All that remains,

A few pieces of skin and bones.

The murder's own habitat,

Now threatened.

Yet, unaware, the monkeys,

Jump on to the next passing car.