There is something about hard descriptions
Of those chewing on raw meat
As the lion’s meal knows
In its last moments watching
In the stare of death in its eyes
The victim knowing it’s ending in time.
Seems cruel
But, life is only a visitation
To be torn from us
In it’s return to death
Grasping to hold on to meaning
Torn from reason
As life drains away
Drowning in the sea of darkness.
Round and round and round
Returning to nothing’s remembering
My turn comes, and yours
Round and round, remembering nothing,
Nothing, nothing.
Staring at emptiness, emptiness
With the lion chewing at your throat.