GIRAFFE
I fell into life
dropped by my mother headfirst I am born of panther and a beast of burden I calmly stand with the trees a home to birds in a land flat under a gloating sun my mother and father joined when the seas of the skies drown the earth and I fell into the oven sun above the baked clay my blood defies gravity my thick skin a pilot suit a shot at heaven from my heavy heart I am a tower roaming no wall can blind my eyes my legs cover hours prey to jealous lightning I look out for lions and shapes made after God I drink night standing with half-closed eyes and ears twitching my feet on the ground I gently poke heaven My tongue is an arm hardened Feeding on thorns my lips fingers test prophesies digesting myrrh I am ready for the afterlife before death half our forest cut down by the teeth of lions before grown but my finished hooves split a lion forever still Send your Emperor to greet me a creature made after the 7th Day for I enter the world higher than I leave it |
LAST LAUGH
born with teeth
fighting in the night first breath on pitiless plains a snarl meat thief cheating cheetahs a leopard's curse stuck in bloodsticky throats following the roads of men after a sea of flesh on hooves our young wait underground growing vise mouths digesting all of the body building nothing left for the grave but empty afterlife sorcerer skin roll call for victims we know the human tongue inside and out the demon tools unravelled ...hide your brave pride now guts spilled from side-splitting laughter HERON
I prey in the water
but live where the trees' fingers reach longingly for heaven I fly above the clouds in the quiet calm When I leave my nest know a storm is coming |
TIGER
My violent borders
A hundred dark lashes all the way to the skin my identity my soul camouflaged from myself a decade of death patient killer I wear down the woods with my tongue An anger urge puncture smother dagger doom the end of your scarlet ribbon a swipe at life a herd (last heard) (no longer heard) has disappeared in the night of my maw a jawbridge end to your djinni An Eastern king of wrath I am the shapeshifter- who needs no moon.. full I hunt in the furnace Indian day and in the sky My outline is studded with stars I am the generals I am grandfather I am the pulse of war I am a raging river flood of blood a dread soaked path a dripping tale From my head man drew the character of a king When old I will live by your villages kill your burdens and finish you I am one of the three the autumn Anger the arrow cross the east my aim is Death Still a glassful - a reflection can rob me of my future beauty in this tiny sphere my children I will never see left in the dusk with my shadow swallowing all myself |
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