We never talked about them then and
we don’t talk about them now,
three years later and yes,
we still treat these tigers the same
don’t feed them and hope they starve or
shrink, do whatever but recover
whatever noises tigers make:
patterns or white or textured grids,
they are still there even without their
food. You must recall how the
prowling starts – when there is flesh
there is the running; the teeth that never
stop their sinking.
And do you remember the smell of blood?
On the other side they call these wounds,
I think. Attrition. Even if we were in water
I think something like jumping the shark
would be suicide.