Gordon Meade writes heartfelt material using repetition which echoes the endless pacing of captive animals.

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Gordon has been working on a series of poems, called Zoospeak, which takes as its initial inspiration the work of the Canadian photographer and animal activist, Jo-Anne McArthur.

 A Deer in the City, USA, 2005 
 
 Of course, I am not a real deer.
 All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
 being carried through the city.
  
 Of course, I am not a real deer.
 All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
 being carried through the city
 streets in the arms of a human.
  
 Of course, I am not a real deer.
 All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
 being carried through the city
 streets in the arms of a human.
 Neither you, nor I, know why.
  
 Of course I am not a real deer.
 All I am is the stuffed head of a .
 being carried through the city
 streets in the arms of a human.
 Neither you, nor I, know why
 but, perhaps, that is not the point. 
 
 Of course, I am not a real deer.
 All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
 being carried through the city
 streets in the arms of a human.
 Neither you, nor I, know why
 but, perhaps, that is not the point;
 the human, that is carrying me, is.
  
 Of course, I am not a real deer.
 All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
 being carried through the city
 streets in the arms of a human.
 Neither you, nor I, know why
 but, perhaps, that is not the point.
 The human, that is carrying me, is
 staring straight into the camera.
  
 Of course, I am not a real deer.
 All I am is the stuffed head of a deer
 being carried through the city
 streets in the arms of a human.
 Neither you, nor I, know why
 but, perhaps, that is not the point.
 The human, that is carrying me, is
 staring straight into the camera,
 and my glass eyes are fixed on her.