Tigers
I'm copasetic
as I creep through the tall grass
oblivious to the ticks that fester
their inconsequential desires upon my neck
and no matter how much blood they suck
my strength--my faith--my power
still lies within my command.
I'm diabetic
and my body's inability to process sugar
makes my urine stink, makes my eyes weak
smelly and squinting through the dry grass
and despite the fact that my body is in a trough of pain
my resolve--my prayer--my passion
still allows me to sharpen my claws.
I'm electric
my yellow and black stripes
shock fear into my prey as I charge
scattering feathers and flesh as I
sink my teeth into my luckless victim
and as the blood dribbles dribbles upon my chin
my hunger--my desire--my ambition
consumes the fear of my prey.
Monkey Dance
I can dance her restless feet said
and she moved in circles as she
bounced in a contented way
not so much as to show others
but to find her own equilibrium.
I'm a monkey her bouncing black hair said
as she whirled back and forth
in her monkey dance
being kind to the elderly
by flaunting her youth with abandon
the way it should be
I'm a monkey her shrugging shoulders said
and her twirling
made her so.
You can love me her deep brown eyes said
there is nothing more to life
then to just take a few minutes
to dance.
Wedding in Cana
There is so much for me to do
and I know--I feel--that the time is near
but of all that lies ahead
I will take a few more minutes
to pretend that I am mortal
before I go to a wedding in Cana.
I will walk the streets quietly
and admire the sky with it's setting sun
hearing the laughter of children
who do not fear the coming night
restless in their innocence
well fed in meals of love
preparing for the joy
of a wedding in Cana.
The darkening sky beckons
and I feel myself begin to grow
no longer just a simple boy
but much more then a man
I look down upon my hands
that no longer belong to me
and shed my own cloak of innocence
as I change water into wine
at a wedding in Cana.
Christopher Buxton
