Water Tiger

The market was up. The tide was in.
Only two sailors had drowned.
A tiger roamed the river basin.

Flames washed the woods like passion.
Inside a wall, two girls were found.
The market was up. The tide was in.

An aged King tore bread for the nation
and weighed conviction pound by pound.
A tiger swam through temperate oceans.

Unlocked arms spread wide as fashion.
In the club, another round.
The market was up. The tide was in.

In Aston Martins, they circled their wagons.
The crowd ate fury and sound.
The tiger swam through ghosts of children

and laid her head on the rim of a mountain.
Only the shooter was wounded. Only one clock to be wound.
The market was up. The tide was in.
The tiger’s flanks: two flags in motion.