alfie lee writing


the king of sri lanka

peerless seer, i am bush, spotted
deer, ragged bark to pull back troops
of langurs long limbs lounging near.

lowlands fill me full of eyes
and ears, survival gears, break for cover burst
in storm and freak of shrieks and fears.

from a hammock's lazy swing
and lope, seasoned leap to spring
snare trap set hold choke throat to tear

apart, this frenzied dash of dots, the lord's
prey to urge, to fill, subject to the kill, yield
to this wary wired wild-eyed will.


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