He does not fight,
he does not roar,
he does not stampede
or scream
He only lies,
spent,
as the crowd murmurs
“ooh,” “ah,”
Do they clap for him?
Or for God?
I do not know.
Just that today,
there will be no flowers waiting
no meadow,
no quiet, shady grove
no care for a beast
who wishes
not to fight
not to roar
not to stampede
or scream
Who wishes only,
in his innocence,
for humanity