“The Lion is Bleeding”


by


P.E. Tottenham


Someone stretched

The meaning of this

Common feeling

Making light of my insight


A stone has rolled

Unshored from some

Dark tomb

As a soul has crept

Aborted from that womb


This lamb’s a lion

Banished from its

Native veldt

Unfed, a vein

Left bleeding in the rain


Some eyes saw through

The meaning

Vanquished and unearthed

I saw the Lion bleeding

Smarting from its birth


.

Left untied

United in this sacred ride

Glueing pieces, and

Unfazed by what’s denied


©2017 Teagown

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