IN MEMORY OF DENISE LEVERTOV
A calm mind neither apparels
Nor judges the rained-upon zoo animals.
Anger only, as a child frustrated
With lions sleeping through midday,
Dresses them with terrors intact,
Damning them. Humanity is no bargain.
We’ve run out of options.
Kindness merely drags it out longer,
Letting the lions starve, too weak
Anymore to lift their mouths to the rain.
And of the angry martyr in me, less said
The better. There’s terror in the milk.
Cruelly deprived of the civil cruelties,
We are beasts that never were, and lions die.
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