Tigers

I'm copasetic
as I creep through the tall grass
oblivious to the ticks that fester
their inconsequential desires upon my neck
and no matter how much blood they suck
my strength--my faith--my power
still lies within my command.

I'm diabetic
and my body's inability to process sugar
makes my urine stink, makes my eyes weak
smelly and squinting through the dry grass
and despite the fact that my body is in a trough of pain
my resolve--my prayer--my passion
still allows me to sharpen my claws.

I'm electric
my yellow and black stripes
shock fear into my prey as I charge
scattering feathers and flesh as I
sink my teeth into my luckless victim
and as the blood dribbles dribbles upon my chin
my hunger--my desire--my ambition
consumes the fear of my prey.