Bestiary

The bestiary ruminates
with feline stalking
and vulpine calculations
and in the gallows
of this machine's lasso
I seek for garrison

Like a den
for the famished ponderings
and slavering propositions

Like a cage,
for the leonine trepidation
and the myriad of souls
adrift in unconsciousness

These words surfacing
the abysmal void of the paper -
footmarks of an transient paw
riveted in a stupor
under the salient verdigris
of the softest putrefaction

The perfidious sibilance
slithers in the crevasses
and the vulturine ululations
trampled inside the chamber

The bestiary is inside
the heart of this machination
like a den, like a cage
protecting the frangibility
from its own brittle bones

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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