|Jan/Feb 2017 Poetry Special Feature|
© 2016 Elizabeth P. Glixman
Franz Marc, 1912
Other tigers are hypnotized
by the bars they pace behind.
This one lies mute in a muddle of polygons
that envelop his muscle-bound frame.
Silent eyes feign passivity
still limbs belie the lethal pounce
he reserves for his painter
puzzled as he is by his lack of stripes.