Who is the enemy here?………..the death of a caiman.

There lies on HomeStretch Avenue

The rotting carcass of a Caiman*,

Next to trenches filled with lotus lillies,

shadowed only by emerald green grass and glinting sun.

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Close enough is the cross for Alicia,

Tended lovingly by her family.

Lost her life driving on that lonely road,

In a fatal head on collision.

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No cross for the Caiman today.

People picking lotus lillies for Puja,

Found the little critter lying embedded , covert

in the reeds. Discovered, dismembered now.

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Lying belly up for three days.

He’s a reptile, won’t shrivel in the blaze

Of everyday, but still,

Their good deed is done.

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So they shared the trenches once,

Now, it had no reason to subsist in our space,

For while we pick lotus lillies in spaces not our own,

We fear our enemy the Caiman.

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* Saw the carcass of a caiman lying belly up on the side of the road today. It looked like a humiliating way to die for just existing in a trench. Another example of how all other organisms are considered more of a pestilence compared to our own parasitic race.