...An unstable tradition lurks in the lion's litter obscured in tall grass, for the tradition relies on the prey.
The lioness paws and flirts with something much bigger than her
A quake of fur and feathers-ecstasy of intent- pulp and still pulsating prey
a primal scene perverted by invasive camera phosphor viewed at monstrous angles.
flash bangs of a foreign ecstasy light up our walls
From our couches or chairs