Lion Tooth

worn like a killer bite around the neck It breathes in unison with a heaving chest offers protection like having eyes on the back of the head like an invisible shield in a clenched fist it now lives on through the soul of a Masai the only skeleton in the wild never approached by a vulture it is at the heart of the pride of a Zulu warrior there’s no greater, more fearless culture it hangs as a symbol of courage next to the heart sharp and ready still to tare flesh from bone like a spear wielding its fury in spite of mouth and jaws, still a beast it would be the last gasp its victim souls ever hear a roar like the voice of the gods, the command of death echoing tremors across the savannah the thrill of the chase, of the hunt, of power and stealth the eternal strife, of the nervous chuckle of a hyena it remembers how it instilled fear, how the wind caressed its mane how claw and tooth worked together to bring down wildebeest there’s no middle ground in this life, in the world of man only the insatiable desire to rise above the rest, to be the best