Deep within his eyes, well
a silenced call, tears for
felled mahogany, waterfalls,
and nimble fingers picking lice.
His gaze upon you, singes
as your fingers touch the sacrifice,
the mercy of release: a price,
of sweets to make him smile.
In superficial hope, he sparks
with life, in brief relapse accepts
your gift, Yet as you leave him
crushed again behind the bars;
he accepts our imprisonment
and you the burden of our guilt.
At toads Margaret shares a few wonderful pictures from Washington DC at toads, and the picture of the Gorilla of the zoo moved me a lot. Hope it makes some sense.