Combustion

Joe Rosenblatt
From:   The Voluptuous Gardener. Vancouver, BC: Beach Holme Press, 1996.

Beast, how dare you beg.
You, from the great tribe of Tiger
go into that steamy jungle of a garden
slay your wildebeest,and bringing forth
your quarry — a field mouse,
lay your prize on my doorstep
still warm, as though your breath
anesthetized that amusing trophy
as though that terrible fire in your eyes
burning with a precious opalescent terror
hypnotized that singing rodent, to perfection
with just a mere combustion of your growl.

Friend, would you spare a slavish master
asleep in a tangled forest of your appetite?

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