DANIELLE MCSHINE

 

The Lions Speak to Daniel

You are our Sabbath:
leave us and we toil
our jaws once more;
we are the brighter flames
of an old godís fury, you
the altar candle we
may not burn.

We pace the mandala
of your virtue around
this den: it is as though
we had eaten you before,
you, the full belly
of our fasting. King among
kings, your lack of pride
has saved you.