On Tigers.

AuthorCommander, Joshua
PositionFROM READERS - Poem

The Tiger Human truth is exceedingly meager; Man's Denial an invariable Feast: Did Blake abolish the "I" from Tiger, So as not to see himself in the Beast? Tiger, Tiger - fading light Blake painted you a ghastly sight. Perhaps his eyes be riddled with sties: Unconscious of base mimicry. In times of yore, ululant cries Marked thy waning into a prize; Men knee-deep in sanguine mire Sift thy kin to beings of prior. And at what moment did evil impart The carnal cravings of their hearts? And how many lives must they deplete, Before they succumb to thy entreat? What the damage? What the bane? When they're sated...

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