I have a savanna heart
I won't be cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd.
To hell with avoiding risk
there are claws in couches too - Lilliputian perhaps
but many barbs make sharp dirks.
Pretty gewgaws fascinate
but can't content, the distant scent
of wind-stirred grass and pride-spawned musk pulls sinews tight.
Keep your snivelling security, your matching lamps and pastel shirts
I go to hunt fresh meat.
And when I have savaged the flesh I have found
filled my gut to painful distension
I will crack the bones
and suck the delicious pabulum till there's not a globule more.
