Animals - Kate Davis

The concrete’s hard on the lion’s toes

And the bones connected to bones

But he pounces on it every day

Sneaking on his prey

The shark will swim in his saltwater pool

In a penthouse on Madison avenue

Poised, pointed forward he is ready

For any trace of blood

Flesh and bone

Doesn’t even compare

To the primitive hate and deadliest wares

Of a 45 calibre gun

Height awards the hawk the upper hand

When he’s protected by the man

And trained to target powerless persons

And throw them all away

And throw them all away