Sometimes we put on the leopard’s
skin and pretend to be faster, becoming –
Sometimes we look with awe, with unspoken
jealousy at the ape in its cage, preening,
listless in the sun, slow-moving
We do not talk about the adoration
we have for the zoo, the unchained sensation
that comes even from chaining nature,
all too quick to chew and grind the tender meats
we order for lunchtime,
territorial for our shrieking young.
JD DeHart’s poems have recently appeared at Dime Show Review and Cacti Fur. He is the author of one poetry collection, The Truth About Snails, and blogs at https://jddehartfeaturepoems.blogspot.com.