A Lamb in Lion Time
Alma, Nasira
Nasira Alma A Lamb in Lion Time Where the sun ripped itself away, the sky bleeds. 1 shelter in dune grass. The cat has grown in grace, felling a great dane. Me gnaws on the pelvis. I came into...
...I came into the world bruised, not innocent, saw Mm rampant at noon, his burnished mane flung to the wind...
...The cat will eat me live...
...The cat follows me to the place...
...Tightness will yield...
...in him than without him...
...Not a love in...
...I have bleated at his heels ever since...
...not what is preached from pulpits...
...In dreams, I sniff out dear spoor...
...How gloriously awakened, bedded on his tongue, thrilling to the drill of his teeth through my meat...
...I kill and walk in grace...
...Not peace...
...Then I groan back to consciousness, drenched in my sweat...
...I will be seized and shaken by his jaws...
...Cowardice will dissolve and the clutchiness of a blind follower...
...The swagger of his shoulders terrified me...
...I know what will happen when it suits him to He at my side...
Vol. 123 • January 1996 • No. 2
