Majestic under the canopy of Heaven’s sky
in sovereign silence, he can be found –
guarding the throne of Eternity
from which nothing vanishes
or becomes expendable.
The tracks of his pride, now imprinted
and sheltered deep within his heart
beyond the horizon of his lament
when hunts on Serengeti Plains
were replaced by a caged
and exploited existence –
to his master…
a mimicry of life
until his final breath.
What price must a beast
pay for homage?
© Literary Remains