I, Tiger
Listen!
Is not my roar,
Pounding in you frightened soul,
Sweet music of a final dance?
I, Tiger
Look!
Is not this face,
Smiling out from death’s door,
The prettiest to ever see?
I, Tiger
Feel!
Are not my claws,
Waved before you as knives,
The sharpest in nature’s kitchen?
I prowl in glory as Majestic Death,
But still must I bow down to
You, River.
And staring back from your ripples
Is a cruel and shameful beauty:
I, Tiger
