Le Tigre

Written by: Paul Sylvester

the tiger deflowers and lays to flat
a pride and hubris you've long kept intact
perched on thin bough
         stripped cat of its meow
claws cut through bush, red earth and Muntjac

and teeth draw blood on a great Pollack canvas
dark as Bordeaux in a patterned Acanthus
a thick spray of clay
         blooming arches and folds
the verdigris breath of a desert-night cold