Finished Music #2: Life with the Lions

 Finished Music #2: Life with the Lions

 

How many pictures to fill a hole,

an empty chasm of aching soul

framed in albums, set in glue

to fill the silence from me to you?

But there are no albums anymore,

and stamping passports is a chore,

old baggage rattles at border doors

and see that lion? His jeering roar

speaks his disdain, he will not care,

will not rate trips that go nowhere,

he isn’t counting, forward pounding,

flicking tail while we are drowning,

claws burning earth in fierce belief

that life tastes best of meat and teeth,

he hunts above what lies beneath.

We who pout and post his pride

and gush but feel black holes inside,

see once far sunsets coming near,

say nothing left to say, my dear,

snap at things that never mattered,

see trickled dust from fingers scatter,

and somehow feeling less than whole

until we ourselves will fill our holes.