Elsevier was sure he was a man

congruent thoughtless and bright

an honor student voted most likely

to catch a million tiger tails and die

tring to steal their strength

the fur reminded him of dominance

wearing the work of a country in development

modesty in a green grin he learned in the mall

their claws became his necklace now

you could read the entitlement in his teeth

but Wynton was sure he was a tiger

and i just trusted his hunger more

so we got together all the moonshells we could

strung the sunset out in our own words

clouds like archipelagos in an orange sea

and showed him about the trees we lived in