The Lion Tamer

Endlessly floating in nowehere

I was called by a moan of delight

And I began my journey there

a rushing tumultuous flight.

 

And I began my journey there

to the hips that heave in the lions lair

to the lips that leave a promise fair

upon my gilded brow.

 

The old cages creak beneath

the turning waking beasts

the ancient stars wink through the bars

and weep at their retreat.

 

Too late too late I have begun

my journey to the sun

Too late too late the morning comes

caught twixt wall and gun.

 

Roll up roll up roll up

A doll for the lady is first prize

Roll up roll up roll up

it's almost real the way it cries.

 

I was born on the edge of winter

on the eve of destruction

on the night

the lion tamer died.