Make No Mistake

(for Sanja)

Make no mistake.

You look at me

But you don't see me.

I am a Lupus¹

In fierce determination

Not to permit the pain

to make me lame,

Or my life like a wounded dear.

No, I will become a dufus

before I surrender to this lupus.

In the quite of my nights

You might hear my roar.

But you don't really hear me.

There are times the pain and flares

are too much for me to bare.

I just got to roar!

Before, I take it out on you, my prey.

Yes I pray every moment to triumph

or at least to endure this lupus life

like a lion of royalty.

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Kilmer Poetics Journal