Pride

With split tongue the air is sliced,
whip polished with an immigrant's malice.
The beast actor, discontent-spine-hooked,
applauds the sign, to hiss his line.

His first meal was fishes, compressed to fist space,
a machine carrion floated over tracks of promise
to be dashed by titanic fate.
Saline, the enemy of feline.

Their chains are now broken, alone on the cladogram trip.
The leather snaps again its savage curse.
Ravaged hands tomorrow adrown in fur,
gnawing poulet, gulping cheap wine.

A bond beyond words.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.