The Day After Fox Hunting
Was Abolished in England

by Thomas B. White

“The month of the Drowned Dog” — Ted Hughes

No heaven exists: only hell
traveling under false pretenses.

Watch those hordes of hounds
bubbling at the jowl.
Drowned? Rabid?
or merely unemployed?

Since the abolition of fox hunting
these packs have to hunt
other game for their livelihood.
Men (possibly ex-hunters) are
brutally seized by the throat
and dragged away in broad daylight.

Legs of women and children
are even boldly mounted
until the streets are teeming
with ankle-humping, four-legged monsters.

God, the crazy fox
grins at another miserable
failure of the human spirit.