Of course the Jackal,
rope still binding his back legs
would fight harder than the other
carnivores: he wouldn’t forget
the sensation of the noose
or the smouldering heat from
the fire of his fate.
Crawling, belly down amongst the rotted
roots and barbarous gnatting nasties
the Jackal snaps at opportunity
straining his front paws;
bones and sinew eking for the first
taste of food.