The Entity We Must Honor

Long claws in the chorus
keep our prey neck naked
and willing to be blood for the living.

Some say this is sexy, some say
never will they take, but I wait
days and days to see the peregrine falcon fly low
to snatch up the unsuspecting.

The life-flight helicopter stirs the snow
of the hospital roof to a whirlwind.
We are in the globe. The frozen dancers

inside the glass never ask
what will we eat where will we sleep,
let alone, how will we love without hurting?

Claws in your back? Big deal.
I was carrying you.
You were feeding me.
I thought we both agreed.