Lion's Breath

by Eric Thirolle

Lyrics, rap, spoken word, poetry
Activating this and that
Corner of my mind, flipping
Switches, turning on
Lights, opening windows
Pushing stale air from a parking garage.

An intimation, or implication
Of fresh air coming
Behind, chasing old
Dead things ahead of it.

The way the rumbling ground, pawed
By the hooves of so many antelopes
Implies the lion behind
The herd. And even though
You cannot yet see
Those rippling muscles, those merciless

Hunter's eyes, the shaking earth,
The rushing air, are enough
To fill you with fear
Of the power that is coming.