Trespassers will be prosecuted

The roads slashes
the jungle half,
creating two sides
of one whole mass
dozers scrape brutally
Tonsuring the soil

Divide was clean and brutal
molten tar scorched the earth
the sign post
proclaims in triumph
conquest of the civilised
over the wild

Speeding iron beasts honk
Striking fear in humble wild hearts
Unseen crawlers are crushed
spinning rubber show no remorse
The grazer were confined
Split on either side

the hunger drive
is seldom stemmed
Fear is subdued
by the blinding hunger
The hooves stroll unaware
guided by greener pastures
Lying beyond the tarred line

The wild one steps on to the strip
owned apparently by the civilised
Fatally miscalculating
the speed and distance
two beings clash
Splattering brains and blood
on the rigid black earth
The body is limp
and the hunger is no more

The road sign was clear
“Trespassers will be prosecuted”
The warning was not heeded
punishment meted out instantly
Who is the trespasser?
Who is the prosecutor?
Road is now there
Where the forest was