A face in the public domain
Let Us Revisit the Tigers
at the Bronx Zoo. The ones I loved when I
was a child. The borough you have never been to.
I keep speaking to you in poetry. I'm sorry.
I never thought I would be this way.The clouds
were low and lifeless.
The tongues laved carrion
livers. A fawn awoke heaving somewhere
in the Russian Far East, amazed at its being alive.
If you cage the animal, it cannot hunt.I am crazy
and desperate.
The taste of your tongue is not
a memory. The tiger bit at beef from a grassy upstate
farm. It tasted like licking a brick wall
and was entirely
unimpressive.
