In the lion’s jaw

                                By Atok Dan

In desperation, I’m in the lion’s jaw,

awaiting chews and gnaws

when teeth grind themselves,

for a social affair almost aborted

I’m lying upside down,

 seeing death sharpening its teeth

salivating over me,

In the lion’s jaws,

I’m destined to awkward death of teeth

of breaking my bones in a torn skin and flesh

only nature can bail me out

with my ears deafened by roars of a starved lion,

with canines and molars glows

like a metal rod held by a welder

smoldering in the Biblical like-heat

life has only an end,

of death

In the jaws of a fierce lion,

For an idea expressed

logic and wisdom rattle me helpless,

my eyes sunken in the ocean of tears,

intestines churning thunderously

I’m already a martyr of an aborted social love