Jungles

 

JUNGLE

Weakness is what the lioness sees,
Smells the weakness in the breeze;
Watches
Crouches
Slowly
Crawls,
Announcing death
Before
It falls
Clawing
Gripping
Biting
Teeth,
Ripping flesh
So her young can eat.

Weakness is what the mugger sees,
He watches for the invalid;
Slow walk
Frightened
Glancing ’round
Unsure
Nervous
Unfamiliar
Ground.
Approaches
Quickly
Stabbing
Hands
A flashing blade
A dying man.

© Fingleton (Septembre 2016) (Löst Viking)
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3 thoughts on “Jungles

  1. VijayNair

    An engaging poetic experience.Fingleton brilliantly conveys the urgency of the moment.An interesting comparison.The first stanza reminded me of Ted Hughes’ imagery.

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  2. John Anthony Fingleton

    Yes…Vijay..Ted Hughes’ has been one poet I admired….from the time of the mist….The predator will always seek the weakest

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