Lion’s Breath

Lyrics, rap, spoken word, poetry
Activating this and that
Corner of my mind, flipping
Switches, turning on
Lights, opening windows
Pushing stale air from a parking garage.

An intimation, or implication
Of fresh air coming
Behind, chasing old
Dead things ahead of it.

The way the rumbling ground, pawed
By the hooves of so many antelopes
Implies the lion behind
The herd. And even though
You cannot yet see
Those rippling muscles, those merciless

Hunter’s eyes, the shaking earth,
The rushing air, are enough
To fill you with fear
Of the power that is coming.

*****

Author’s Note:

August 27, 2012 Update: This poem is now published at Fictionaut: http://fictionaut.com/stories/eric-thirolle/lions-breath.

With props to Soul Coughing for the line, lifted from their song, which inspired this poem.
And to Rainer Maria Rilke, especially for the startling last line of “Archaic Torso of Apollo”, which I speak silently at this poem’s end.
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~ by untidymusings on June 1, 2012.

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