Here is not the elegant
Sway of a swan's neck
But ****** haunch-
Industrial flesh
The whip-tail
Lively-an agitation
Of shorn wheat in wind
But not
The playful passion of feathers
True of a peacock crown
Yet here eyes,
Live, luminous pearls
In murky shell
Tremble-like only
Still and secretive water can
And in a reflection-
Not grazing
The marbled rice field
Of the beast's eye,
My singular awe-
No more noticed
Than a stone
Against the verse
Of the beast's gait
As it peals across
The marbled rice field
Of my eye
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
Here is not the elegant
Sway of a swan's neck
But ****** haunch-
Industrial flesh
The whip-tail
Lively-an agitation
Of shorn wheat in wind
But not
The playful passion of feathers
True of a peacock crown
Yet here eyes,
Live, luminous pearls
In murky shell
Tremble-like only
Still and secretive water can
And in a reflection-
Not grazing
The marbled rice field
Of the beast's eye,
My singular awe-
No more noticed
Than a stone
Against the verse
Of the beast's gait
As it peals across
The marbled rice field
Of my eye
It's a strange thing to see an animal for the first time. Especially when you are 18 and the animal in question is hardly a liger.