Across the yellow field with the drifting stalks
stalks the amber lioness smeared like fire.
Fire is savannah and spirit beasts smoke,
smoke-shifting zebras pen emergent tales.
Tails flash in the boiling haze of struggle,
struggle for another orange morning,
mourn the quick silence of sunset red.
Red blood lullabies tawny cubs to sleep:
sleep falls misty like Arctic-dark moon drops
dropping in measured dosage, lifting waves.
Waving ghost sails carry the bark to sea —
see the night tussle where light streams across.
*[ WSB ].