the taste of lion

Who will anyone know or care
That lion days are lived in England?
Who will count the bluebell hours spent indoors
Fighting for wilderness?
Can anyone taste Gomoti
In the salt of England?
Yes
But I do not hear them
My ears are blind to England
My nose cannot feel the scent of broken home
My tongue was cut out long ago
I cannot say
I can only erupt
I need big space
Lion time
Tenderly lived
While death is all around
Living on a fulcrum