Precious Hardness, Precious Black Wood
The leopards love the manly flesh of thighs
With hair, the humid meat of men. Fangs love
The bone of flesh hard maleness sings and size
Of satiation that men give. Above
These basics, though, the leopards want a feast
Of gold and ebony. Yet no one yields
These marrow dishes for their teeth. The beast
In them and each of us refuses shields
Of conscience and control. The needed flesh
Of blood and harshness drives the hungered lust
Demanding ever urgent gobs of fresh
Desire and new fulfilment. All want thrust.
..The leopards want the pierce of canine tooth.
….The rest of us want ramming and its truth.