Locked away in your cage, carve your own rage
Dressed in a tawny bittersweet shimmer
Growing beneath your sister's shoulders
Overly histrionic, in bald cure
I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is *******
Pushing exultingly with all your might
Pursuing lions which are not yet even within sight
Dancing and carousing until old age and infirmity
Talking without speaking, boasting of offspring
For you, every minute is expectancy