I’m wearing a tiger mask

it is papier mache and peeling on the edges

I took great pains to sculpt the fangs

Today, I am the predator.

 

My prey wears a nice suit

and now a bewildered expression

as the plunger depresses

and the insulin hits his veins.

 

2 weeks ago I held J’s blue body

he was stiff and his wife was screaming

he couldn’t afford it, because suit had to make another billion

and he fell in the kitchen while I was out

 

He rolls over and screams

padding at his sore arm

and I look him in the eyes

I am the predator today.

I won’t look away.