Poem: 14 / The Lion’s Arena

The lions’ arena
is full of medical equipment

The roar of the lions is the
great radiation ring whirring

The crowd leaning forward with
thumbs at the ready

wears chemotherapy gowns

It’s a hot day
and a restless hum is in the air

The masks of everyone’s faces
are beginning to slip

As we enter naked and
shackled the

crowd is hushed

The outcome is anyone’s guess
and God’s to toss into the

arena’s dust we’ve
been since birth

waiting for this moment’s

There’s no signal to start
all is already closing in

A star glimmers overhead
for each of us

wanting the best

Our hearts have already
entered paradise

and come to
5/28/12 (From Down at the Deep End, progressing)

About danielabdalhayymoore

Poet, artist, collagist, publisher, hoping to save a little bit of the world through ecstatic utterance... ordered in balanced lines and unpremeditated images...
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2 Responses to Poem: 14 / The Lion’s Arena

  1. Sorry that such beauty has to come out of such pain. Love and chocolate, Mus.


  2. Thank you for your sweet comment. I also love your Frogs Without Borders, who are themselves healers of sorts… alhamdulillah. There’s one frog (Nature program on TV last night) in the Kalahari desert, who during the dry season burrows down into the mud and may stay there for years before emerging again! That’s patience! (Shaykh Junaid said “Sufism is having patience with patience.”)


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