09-07-2014, 04:23 PM
I'm a little stuck on this and could use some input. I think I know what I'm getting at. 
Superpride
Faithful red dusk;
enormous sun still scorching
the endless plains, before
kissing goodnight the Serengeti.
Nile crocs police the waters;
you can only poke your juvenile nose in
so many times,
before it gets slapped
and they drag you through the mud.
Leopards warden the wooded holds,
and cheetahs run the grasses —
pussycats, led to bed by bloated bellies,
where they dream of the lion's share.
They dream of a revolutionary;
a stray cat—
bold at the microphone,
speaking for all megafauna,
asking how this self-lionized beast took power.
Questioning his beige.
Shouting, “Who is this king we can't dethrone,
when we've been here ten thousand years,
and not one of us recall his coronation?”
And, “Don’t you know,
they let their women do the hunting;
these cool cats, these gigantic skulls and stuffed manes,
these flesh and bloodied gargoyles
guarding the gates of gluttony?
Don’t you know they’re just mammals?”
Superpride
Faithful red dusk;
enormous sun still scorching
the endless plains, before
kissing goodnight the Serengeti.
Nile crocs police the waters;
you can only poke your juvenile nose in
so many times,
before it gets slapped
and they drag you through the mud.
Leopards warden the wooded holds,
and cheetahs run the grasses —
pussycats, led to bed by bloated bellies,
where they dream of the lion's share.
They dream of a revolutionary;
a stray cat—
bold at the microphone,
speaking for all megafauna,
asking how this self-lionized beast took power.
Questioning his beige.
Shouting, “Who is this king we can't dethrone,
when we've been here ten thousand years,
and not one of us recall his coronation?”
And, “Don’t you know,
they let their women do the hunting;
these cool cats, these gigantic skulls and stuffed manes,
these flesh and bloodied gargoyles
guarding the gates of gluttony?
Don’t you know they’re just mammals?”
