Lion or Wolf Crown

Yusuf Achmad
Once the lion settles down his head,
Roaring manly, stately, luxurious, and authoritatively,
Paid wishes after going round and round endlessly.
The lion’s heft has no straight line,
Louse hair and even rat,
Dancing, biting, scratching,
The head contains hope stopped and spread.

Maybe the lion doesn’t feel at home,
Or his head splits up to Rome,
Or he is just the circus lion,
Whose friends are the wolf, the ape, the fleas, and the rat.
Binding the desert camel, black ant, and honey bee,
Far from the woods, with just one foot only.

Oh! Maybe, his head is sucked up to blood to all of his parts,
No medicine to separate,
In the woods full of sly, and idiotic heads,
The head centered below the breast.
Till when the woods have no lion head,
Possibly waiting for the palm tree,
Or Brahma Kumbara from Mayangkara on the way,
Or let the wolf with the lion’s feather prey.

Surabaya, 9-6-2020