slowly with paws turned inward
you chipped away at all things
with your beauty until buildings
curved in the guide of your movements
and finally all living things
wanted to be in your presence
a blade in the head
fur takes the eyes and the aftermath
slowly with paws inward
eyes bigger than scope
a huge blade in the head
you walked your smaller creatures
down the salt dock over and over
eyes eaten by what they see constantly
you come to be viewed
in the presence of no beholder.