The hungry assassins assemble
The teeth of seven tigers glisten
An impulse to murder for meat
Raw and dead and bloody feasts
Neon sheens glow for the hunt
Creeping upon unearthed roots
In their gloomy moonlit jungle
This reminds me so much of some of Wallace Stevens' poetry, and I applaud you, and this poem, for that.
Starward
This reminds me so much of
This reminds me so much of some of Wallace Stevens' poetry, and I applaud you, and this poem, for that.
Starward