Table of Skulls
Lion sits at his table with appetite
to enjoy fruits of his daily labor
Those with him during every feast
are invisible skulls of past meals
Friends and foes sing and dance
jumping all over the table at meal
lion harshly bickers, denies rights
some he praises and honors bitterly
Bed time lion scatters his eyes all over
traumatized by vision of crying skulls
yet his appetite grows day and night
to capture friend and foe for meals
Legion of weeping and dancing skulls
frequently disrupt joys of stolen meal
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