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.