I came home and found a lion in my room…
[First draft of “The Lion for Real” CP 174-175]
A lion met America
in the road
they stared at each other
two figures on the crossroads in the desert.
The lion roared
They leaped at each other
America desperate to win
Fighting with bombs, flamethrowers,
knives forks submarines.
The lion ate America, bit off her head
and loped off to the golden hills
that’s all there is to say
about america except
that now she’s
lionshit all over the desert.
I love this poem! The way the lion is meant to represent America’s rival; the title that implies the rivals have nothing yet America stil lands up as lionshit! nice