Christopher Andersson, Dreambirds
Zoos make good metaphors, for what
exactly? Ideas from the mind fade
when my eyes override my thinking.
They’re too distracted watching the tiger hiding between
two meager leafed trees, sided on yellow grass.
Their obsidian ribbons have a way
of appearing as if designed
purely by aesthetics, like a painter or a poet might.
Perhaps that is why there are more pictures in the world
of tigers, than there are
tigers in the forest.
Islam's apocalypse (it is almost parody how we lost
the first meaning of that word: "a lifting of the veil")
brings winged messengers who will command that those
who pretended to create life (with false images)
breathe vitality into their work.
I fear that we will find Borges’ dilemma then:
when he failed to will a tiger into existence in his dream,
he could only create sallow imitations,
and phantoms that look more like warblers and sparrows,