Thus we become as gods

We think with our warm blood in our warm hearts

Asking for love, nurturing god in our eye-painted way

We smile as the lion acts, claw and tooth proud

Purveying death as their nature will provide

We sport on the extremes, the heroic struggle for life

We come to see nature’s truth and to learn how to govern

Simplicity and bare facts leave us clear above that fray

Our feast brought from sea, air and land to lay down

A deadly narrative of dark and inevitable forces lurking

In the eye, the blood, the heart maybe even our souls

We come to see the lion or the snake like a cinema

Of extremes to energise the libido and the ego

We can travel to far oceans with black and white killers

To the warm savanna to swoon over the blond lion kill

Our window is digital and our love is synaptic pulse-flow

As we watched the lion from our domestic perch

We fly to far Iraq or Syria and perform the act ourselves

Accompanied with footage to maintain the digital window

We are safe from harm and virtually unknown when we act

The virtual world gives us our supreme experience of

Total mastery over the lion which we love

We can breed them, find them, kill them and make them heroes

In the digital window we see all and predict all life

An act of seduction and an honest accounting

At the end we will know our success and that

We have become as gods