Nothing much glory

girl on beast To belong to you

is terrible

responsibility—

determine to seize

the grey head of pain

and promise sweet future

progeny.

To feed the lion cub

and calculate

in red murk

like a pet owner with a spear.

Can I tame?

Perhaps.  I could

given sufficient years, embrace

that sweet future promise

of being devoured by a lion.

I dream of it.

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