Poetry Amy Smithwick Poetry Amy Smithwick

The Lion’s Blood

In a heart

Too big for the universe,

The Lion’s blood wells up.

In a heart 

Too big for the universe,

The Lion’s blood wells up.

It courses through glorious veins;

Bringing life

To mane 

And tail. 

His noble pulse thrums 

Beneath light-filled fur,

Keeping cadence

With primeval rhythms.

A crimson roar of unchained power;

The lions blood beats

On a ribcage-war-drum.

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