By Charly Jupiter Hamilton

The lion grows,
the amazing hanging breasts are beating a child
who must be mankind carved.
The moon is a pig,
the sun glows and mingles
with murderous drought and crime.
The long ago smile is at death's ordinary door.
Great nature sits in religion, though sometimes not religiously.
We all waltzed out of Africa,
whether you believe it on this dog day or not
is your business.