on dune and headland

the lion plays with the globe of the world
his teeth gleam bright in his dark mouth
his tongue inside is gleaming wet and curled
his face like his master's is looking south
the meaning of the animal you must remember
it's body gives off the sharp aura of power
the fire is hot but will burn to an ember
nothing will last beyond its own short hour
behind these walls no safety left for us
the monster sun will burn us with his mane
we're not yet ready to depart without a fuss
and all we think of now is coming pain
the beast that rules disdains all human folk
we're beasts to him deserving of our yoke