Lions Dying

by Jörmundgandr

June 30, 2015

Like lions dying

In cold concrete zoos

That have become

The safety nets

The rules and regulations

Of the noose which has

The Vultures

Circling my

Bed,

Hungry for your blood

And already

Arguing

And fighting over

My sun

Dried

Remains.

It's only then that we

Start to measure

And bean count

Our successes

And excesses-

Success in work

Success in love

Excess in buying

Excess in consuming

A standard stick which to measure

All life's worth

And all we're ever worth.

Worth as much as that

Battle axe

We batten down with

Or that job we hold to pay

Bills

BILLS!

That's all we're ever worth;

The amount of

Debt

We owe to men

We will

Never

Meet.

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