Cheetah Conceived In Circuiting Speed


Cheetah Conceived In Circuiting Speed

Amber eyes hide: secret
in leaves—then summer unsheathes
in seizures of green. Livid stripes fly;
all spots blur off—spurred on,

he rends; his renderings gush.
He tears through the bars, past
cardiac blush. The trail of lost
spots lines holes in the mind.

The wild won’t rest—his run
can’t arrest—his panics
slash anima across savannah sands.

The span of an axis is the path
of his race; the scope of a globe,
after an appetite no man can hold.

Copyright © by Kevan Copeland

This poem appeared previously on the Very Nice, Very Nice blog under the pseudonym Anthony Zanetti.