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Array ( [sid] => 120162 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Blood Brothers [time] => 2006-05-16 03:24:38 [hometext] => The Lions of Tsavo -I sent this one to the Field Museum in Chicago - they said thanks a bunch but alas, no invitation to do a reading! [bodytext] =>

We feast upon the fragile flesh,
And sleep amongst the bones
Our hunting ground is the place of death
Where humans make their homes

We are the spirits of the dead,
What our quarry fears the most
My brother is the Darkness
and I have become the Ghost

Your spears cannot hurt us,
Your bomas prick our skin
We drag you from your safety zone and
Drink from that within.

We are the lions of Tsavo,
Brothers red in tooth and claw
We hunt all that before us
To chill the silence with our roar.

Background to Poem
In 1898, two Tsavo(local dialect: Place of Death) maneless lions terrorised and killed at least 135 workers constructing a bridge in Kenya, temporarily stopping the construction of a railroad linking Lake Victoria with the port of Mombasa. Lt. Col. John Patterson, the engineer responsible for the bridge’s construction, eventually killed the lions, which are now on exhibit at The Field Museum, Chicago. But before they were finally brought down, both lions were believed to be reincarnations of vengeful spirits and supernaturally immune from being killed -thus a myth was born. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 51 [informant] => spike [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 53 [ratings] => 11 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )

Blood Brothers

Contributed by spike on Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 03:24:38 AM in AEST
Topic: Event

We feast upon the fragile flesh,
And sleep amongst the bones
Our hunting ground is the place of death
Where humans make their homes

We are the spirits of the dead,
What our quarry fears the most
My brother is the Darkness
and I have become the Ghost

Your spears cannot hurt us,
Your bomas prick our skin
We drag you from your safety zone and
Drink from that within.

We are the lions of Tsavo,
Brothers red in tooth and claw
We hunt all that before us
To chill the silence with our roar.

Background to Poem
In 1898, two Tsavo(local dialect: Place of Death) maneless lions terrorised and killed at least 135 workers constructing a bridge in Kenya, temporarily stopping the construction of a railroad linking Lake Victoria with the port of Mombasa. Lt. Col. John Patterson, the engineer responsible for the bridge’s construction, eventually killed the lions, which are now on exhibit at The Field Museum, Chicago. But before they were finally brought down, both lions were believed to be reincarnations of vengeful spirits and supernaturally immune from being killed -thus a myth was born.

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Re: Blood Brothers (User Rating: 1 )
by Lady_Daisy on Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 03:43:39 AM AEST
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Interesting. I enjoyed the poem, you have obvious talent, and I enjoyed the myth. Thankyou.

Re: Blood Brothers (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 04:37:21 AM AEST
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Intriguing story. Thanks for bringing it to our attention, and keep up the good work.

Andrew

Re: Blood Brothers (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 10:49:08 AM AEST
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Good write. We discussed this in homeschool. (I homeschool my kids). We read an article about it, and Joesie had to do a report on it. Thanks for bringing the story alive once again. Peace, Laura

Re: Blood Brothers (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 16th May 2006 @ 03:25:48 PM AEST
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The Field Museum's loss. Magnificent write and tribute to the myth, Spike. Just readin' and studyin' your work, yer a walkin', talkin' teachin' (by inspiration) machine t' me.

wabl
KenMoore
cowboy

Re: Blood Brothers (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Thursday, 18th May 2006 @ 07:01:02 PM AEST
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Spike~
The musuem's loss. This is cleverly written as are all ur writes. One cannot help but be drawn into reading ur sensational poems. You have an extraordinary gift in writing Spike.
Keep up the awesome work!
warm hugs,
~*suzie Q*~

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