Chavit Kills A Lion

Dedicated to the statesman who killed a lion on his birthday.


Upon his lap, my body hangs
dead and wasted from this chase.
And there he lays upon his arm
this hairy beast's sleeping face.

He came in here riled and rifled
like he owned my desert place.
With one bullet he stole my pride,
left my body rotting in disgrace.

I put an end to all this madness,
to this madness I drive a nail,
to hang upon my lover's cross
my silent roar, my wordless tale.

// 27 Jun 2019

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