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Tiger


The sky went orange yesterday - God's task
What are stripes to earn, when the stripes are black?
Placate cruelty in man's fingertips
This paroxysm, an effort of his
Man sees the dirt and his feet become paws
Man eats the plant, and with his teeth, he gnaws
These structures built to collapse look much like fangs
His pupils of sorrow, why yesterday?
He asks: why a beast in this shadowed land?
Finding ground on a shore of cloud-like sand
His head not in the sand, nor in the clouds
He is a tiger, identity found

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