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Here There Are Lions
by Rachel BennettAs lions counting gazelles
(Rounding numbers upwards)
Before whirlwinds of the west,
We wait-
We conquer.
With sinewy toned morals, we ignore
The anxious pleas of foreigners;
With dewclaw paws numb to empathy
From tranquil crawling distraction
We bat away hungry jaws.
Our manes are spun of privilege,
Our tails balance empires. 11/22/2009 Posted on 11/23/2009
Copyright © 2026 Rachel Bennett
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/23/09 at 01:37 AM Isn't that the truth Rachel? We play at being world leaders and yet what we do is based upon opportunities to make a great appearance. As if we would be martyrs until someone reached for the nails and the cross and then we'd shout that's not fair. Good write lady. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/23/09 at 11:51 PM Metaphorically, quite a strong piece; and a subtle reminder that a lion must remain strong to fend off suitors to the throne. |
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