by Mark Phillips

Last night I went to Africa
with a lioness
stripped a gazelle

and when they ran out of burlap
they used camel hair
to pack the bones

and when they ran out of camel hair
I was there
wrapped in cool plaster

set in the tall grass
the warrior king
with a scratch on my face as proof   

Poem copyright 1994 by Mark Phillips

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