I came to the pavilion of the big cats And in the center was a palace ruin, The walls were stone and feeble mortar, The great, golden monarch was the lion.
With wisdom eyes, he gazed upon me, I lowered my head as was my station, He did not move, nor deign to care, In His royal chamber I was under thrown.
I thought, you are caught my over lord, But his stance said, these bars are scepter And I heard him say with a long lost roar, 'Hear my horn, I am he, the storm of Jericho.'
In the palace of the mighty, indifferent, king His thundering voice crackled the lambing Stables and even heaven closed under ceiling Dome and I was caged when the walls fell away And the whole, blown world, remade, a zoo.