The lion eats the deer, the deer eats the lion

The lion eats the dear
And grows fat
The lion eats the goat
And grows strong
His roar fills the savannah
His savage claws mark his territory

The lions claw splits on a thorn
The thorn spills a little blood
The thorn makes a little wound
The lion limps along
The fly lays an egg in the wound
A small egg between the claws
Warm in the flesh now rotting bit by bit

The egg becomes a maggot
The wound rots the claw
The roar stills the night
The roar expels his pain
The lion goes to ground.
The vultures take their piece
The jackals take their piece
The hyenas take their piece
The earth takes her piece
The grass grows from the earth
The grass grows lush from the leftover blood
The grass blooms from the leftover flesh

The goat eats the grass
The deer eats the grass
The grass from the earth
The earth from the blood
The blood from the wound
The wound made by the thorn
The wound in the claw of the lion.

The lion ate the deer
The deer ate the lion.



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