poem | Josephine Rowe
The Man Who Shot Lions
We didn’t know that about him then
when we started reading his books.
But once we found out, they were always
there – in the trenches of his war stories;
in the grandstands at his racetracks and
boxing matches; present at his bull fights
or padding softly through the dirty Parisian
streets; there were always the lions. Solemn
slow-moving beasts whose large paws made
no noise, and whose whiskey-coloured eyes
missed nothing
Josephine Rowe’s most recent collection of short stories is How a Moth Becomes a Boat (Hunter). She is the poetry editor for harvest.
© Josephine Rowe
Overland 199-winter 2010, p. 100
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