Tugging, the tusked Equine,
Weightier than I am,
Was stamping and dragging
Its hooves, stubborn as dirt.

Fire married this Mare, with
My Tiger’s fang, dripping,
Driven as Divine Work—
To crack the Crocodile.

If Earth would just hold still,
I could stanza your bridle.
Be mine—our lashes will
Whip rows into the Jungle.

Eyes rolling, muzzle defied
Flea-bitten game—To bind
Me, Noble by a thread,
Burning by landslide letter.

Your Father spotted stripes
Rendered to Mountain blades.
He didn’t dare to breathe—a whispered
Kris, my stalking shade.

Desire, the conquered Theme,
Laid bare the ravined Island—
Servant by my reins,
Red rivers spilling by mane and tail.

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