dreams of lions

lionHad a dream I was out walking in deep dust.

I found a lion that had been killed by arrows.

They covered his head and one was in his mouth.

His face was fierce — he’d tried to fight.

I wore him like a coat and took him to the river.

I tried to make him swim — tried to animate, revive him.

He only floated, downstream, away.

I wanted to be his saviour but I wasn’t.

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