Pit

He backed up his ego
with a black leather book
ancient and translated
in beautiful language

exploring the power
of one species

over another

trees sway with her skirt,
anchor on an ankle
and breeze carrying scent
of perfume
(he calls a weapon)

because of his own weakness
and her strength.

—If he were to trade
his load for hers
he would fall

into a pit of fire
of his own making.

~